Quotes About Desire

It's never quite right, all the things we are taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we die, all the lives we live.

I've got the sad sads all I want to do is fuck you.

The only time a man needed a lot of women was when none of them were any good.

I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn't happen.

I need a good woman. I need a good woman more than I need this typewriter, more than I need my automobile, more than I need Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I can taste her in the air, I can feel her at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built for her feet to walk upon, I can see pillows for her head, I can feel my waiting laughter, I can see her petting a cat, I can see her sleeping, I can see her slippers on the floor.

and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.

I would rather die than cry. I can't stand hounds can't live without them. I hang my head against the white refrigerator and want to scream like the last weeping of life forever but I am bigger than the mountains.

I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life, marvelous so marvelous like eating cold olives at 3 am with half the town on fire)

If I could only make her fall in love with me. Pretend to be a writer and just fuck her and have her cook for me. I would never have to write I'd just pretend.

I hated them because they had something I had not yet had, and I said to myself, I said to myself again, someday I will be as happy as any of you, you will see.

gratuitous masturbation of the psyche.

I got my hands under the breasts, lifted them. Tons of meat. Meat without mouth or eye. MEAT MEAT MEAT. i slammed it into my mouth and flew into heaven.

He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here.

I do not feel good. I've got the sad sads. All I want to do is fuck you.

Dismiss perfection as an ache of the greedy, but do not give in to the mass modesty of easy imperfection.

The young will never know how recklessly we went from bed to bed, from body to body, from night to night. it all, at times, became a bore.

I suppose there's always something out there that we want to torture ourselves with.

Nëse një ditë më dëgjoni të flasë për dashuri, e yje... ju lutem, më vrisni!

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren't we going to run out of gas?' No there's plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I'm going to get some god-damed oranges!

There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.

I make her leave on her stockings and high heels. I am a freak. I cannot bear the human being in present state, I must be fooled. the psychiatrists must have a word for it, and I have a word for the psychiatrists.

Don't undress my love you might find a mannequin; don't undress the mannequin you might find my love.

who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say no.

another hot summer night as I sit here and play at being a writer again. and the worst thing of course is that the words will never truly break through for any of us. some nights I have taken the sheet out of the typer and held it over the cigarette lighter, flicked it and waited for the result.