Quotes About Desire

women were beyond me. they saw something depraved. there was one waitress a little older than I, she rather smiled, lingered when she brought my coffee. that was plenty for me, that was enough. - Young in New Orleans

You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.     6

Think of being 80 and fucking a 18 yeard old girl. If there was any way to cheat the game of death, that was it.

King Mongut had 9,000 wives. Think of it: 365 days a year divided into 9,000. No arguments. No menstrual periods. No psychic overload. Just feast and feast and feast. It must have been very hard for King Mongut to die, or very easy. There could not have been an in-between.

rakkaus kuivahtaa jopa spermaa nopeammin

hell is a closed door when you're starving for your goddamned art but sometimes you feel at least like having a peek through the keyhole. young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.

I'm hungry," she said. "Let me cook!" "I'm hungry too. I'll eat you!

meanwhile I look at young girls stems flowers of chance. there must be a way. surely there must be a way that we have not yet though of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say no.

No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.

I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oils on my body, cooks for me, talks to me, goes to bed with me.

There is a space in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

Barney, when a man gets old enough, trapped enough, hungry enough, weary enough — he'll suck dick, tit, eat shit to stay alive; either that or suicide. the human race ain't got it, man. it's a bad crowd.

Maybe I should have slammed her? How did a man know what to do? Generally, I decided, it was better to wait, if you had any feeling for the individual. If you hated her right off, it was better to fuck her right off; if you didn't, it was better to wait, then fuck her and hate her later on.

What a weary time those years were—to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.

Scopare la mente di una donna è vizio da raffinati intenditori, tutti gli altri si accontentano del corpo.

After the fourth race, a $22.80 winner, he turned again and told Katherine, "I had that one, ten across." She turned away. "His face is yellow, Hank. Did you see his eyes? He's sick." "He's sick on the dream. We're all sick on the dream, that's why we're out here." "Hank, let's go.

My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, so if death is imminent, it is so much better to be killed by a lover.

pitäkää te pojat neitsyenne antakaa minulle kuumia korkeakorkoisia vanhoja naisia joiden perseet unohtivat vanheta

A number of men tried to catch her eye, but she walked close by my side, holding my arm. Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were, and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding love back and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then usually, there was trouble.

It's a lonely time, she sings, and you're not mine and it makes me feel so bad, this thing of being me...

Mi sono sempre piaciute le gambe. E' stata la prima cosa che ho visto quando sono nato. Ma allora stavo cercando di uscire. Da quel momento in poi ho sempre tentato di andare nell'altra direzione, ma con fortuna piuttosto scarsa.

She didn't do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.

I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts, long black stockings; there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor thing, and she watches her nails as her dirty white dog sniffs the grass in erratic circles; a pigeon is there too, circling, half dead with a tick of a brain and I am upstairs in my underwear, 3 day beard, pouring a beer and waiting for something literary or symphonic to happen;