Quotes About Desire

You gotta find what you like and let it kill you.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

the soul has no skin; the soul only has insides that want to sing, finally, can't you hear it, brothers? softly, can't you hear it, brothers? a hot piece of ass and a new Cadillac ain't going to solve a god-damned thing.

Baby, in a couple of minutes I'm going to rip off your god damned panties and show you some turkey neck you'll remember all the way to the graveside. I have a vast and curved penis, like a sickle, and many a gutted pussy has gasped come upon my callous and roach-smeared rug. First let me finish this drink.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

Kissing is more intimate than fucking.

I wish I were driving a blue 1952 Buick or a dark blue 1942 Buick or a blue 1932 Buick over a cliff of hell and into the sea.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

It's all overrated, man. Sex is only a great thing if you're not getting any.

I was getting depressed. My life wasn't going anywhere. I needed something, the flashing of lights, glamour, some damn thing. And here I was, talking to the dead. I finished my first drink. The second was ready.

Tell him to seek the stars and he will kill himself with climbing.

My cock was hard, but my spirit wasn't in it.

I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love.

in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.

You don't go on probably when love and guns are in hand.

You bitch, I whispered, I love you. Then I came.

Ya got cigarettes?" she asks. "Yes," I say, "I got cigarettes." "Matches?" she asks. "Enough to burn Rome." "Whiskey?" "Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain." "You drunk?" "Not yet.

Money is like sex,' I said. 'It seems much more important when you don't have any...' 'You talk like a writer,' said Francois.

They took all the joy out of fucking by talking about it all the time. I liked to fuck too, but it wasn't my religion.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

She seemed a bit crazy but I kept looking at her body and I didn't care.

when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old it's just a pair of shoes without anybody in them and just as well.

Everything is so sweetly awful, so continuously sweetly awful: the art of consummation: life eating life.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled