Quotes About Desire

A house full of condiments and no real food. If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.

Lovely, forgettable faces, born to flirt and fuck and die.

So if reality is all a spell, and you don't really want what you think you want... If you have no free will. You don't really know what you know. You don't really love who you only think you love. What do you have left to live for?

I am helpless. I am stupid, and all I do is want and need things. My tiny life. My little shit job. My Swedish furniture. I never, no, never told anyone this, but before I met Tyler, I was planning to buy a dog and name it Entourage. This is how bad your life can get.

Since change is con­stant, you won­der if peo­ple crave death be­cause it's the on­ly way they can get any­thing re­al­ly fin­ished.

Artificial over stimulations seemed like the perfect way to stifle a generation of young people who wanted more and more from a world where less and less was available.

Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial.

You have a class of young men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

She kept hoping that something would happen to rescue her from her own small-scale, predictable dreams.

Give me attention. Flash. Give me adoration. Flash. Give me a break. Flash

I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it

You can't kiss someone who has no lips. Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

Oh, I wish I could make my poor heart just burst.

It sounds as if you'd like to be God.

After Tyler and Marla had sex about ten times, Tyler says, Marla said she wanted to get pregnant. Marla said she wanted to have Tyler's abortion.

I cross my fingers that if a demon dunks me in a vat of boiling lava I'll get thrown together naked with River Phoenix, and that he'll say I'm cute and try to kiss me.

Even if I overcompensate, nobody will ever want me. Not Seth. Not my folks. You can't kiss someone who has no lips. Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

That old saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways. And it does work both ways.

According lecture, entire effort United States to incite desire, inflict want, inspire demand.

All these people who say they want a life free from sexual compulsion, I mean forget it. I mean, what could ever be better than sex? For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose . . . watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh. I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut-hosing orgasm. Painting a picture, composing an opera, that's just something you do until you find the next willing piece of ass.

Give me attention. Flash. Give me beauty. Flash. Give me peace and happiness, a loving relationship, and a perfect home. Flash.

Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.

The way she looks right now, you have to think about multiple car pile-ups. Imagine two bloodmobiles colliding head on. The way she looks, you'd have to think of mass graves to even log thirty seconds in the saddle. Think of spoiled cat food and ulcerated cankers and expired donor organs. That's how beautiful she looks.

No matter luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you chooe, you'll nevver be totally happy.