Quotes About Desire

He watched her through narrowed eyes. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as she'd thought. He was good-looking, though . . . chin-length brown hair, full lips, five-o'clock shadow. Maybe she'd do him while she fed from him. Shade wasn't always available for a rendezvous in the hospital's supply closet, and Wraith acted as if she had a disease

There's very little that frightens me more than the Grim Reaper when he's horny.

Men leave women for other women. Women leave men for another way of life.

Remember—write this down, it's critical—nothing fuels a story quite like hope.

I didn't know why something that started off feeling so good had to wind up feeling so bad. Love was a big word and it covered a lot of territory. You could spend your whole life chasing after it and wind up with nothing, be an old bitter guy with long nose hair and ear hair and no teeth, hanging out in bars, looking for somebody your age, but the chances of success went down then. After a while you got too many strikes against you.

The highest dream we could ever dream, the wish that if granted would make us happier than any other blessing, is to know God, to actually experience Him. The problem is that we don't believe this idea is true. We assent to it in our heads. But we don't feel it in our hearts.

I still think of that guy I was without a wife or kids, and I still want to entertain that guy. The lonely guy, the frustrated guy, the guy with no money - this is the guy who needs to laugh.

Denis could think of no logical reason why he should not attempt to mate with Beth Cooper. There were no laws explicitly against it. They were of the same species, and had complementary sex organs, most likely, based on extensive mental modeling Denis had done.

Jelly had no brain per se but was in essence all brain, a shared consciousness programmed for desire. He had an appetite for everything, voraciously absorbing the culture that surrounded him and becoming it, only louder. In other words, he was extremely teenaged.

How to phrase it? Ma, I want to fall in love with a fella.

For he knew there was a pit of sexuality out there and that he longed to throw himself into it.

Cock-a-doodle-do! Any cock will do!

It's the oldest story in the world. You want him back, don't you?

Quick! what's the Proust line? – that we're attracted to those people who have qualities we hate in ourselves?

Dangerous, free time on your hands. You can only jerk off so often.

One should be able to have the man one loves.

All you want is Love. And if you've wanted love so badly, why haven't you had it? Does not that say something about The Wanter, not his World?

I have a life expectancy of ten more minutes I'm going to eat what I want to eat.

Everybody knows what they want. They just won't examine their behavior closely enough and see what it means.

While he fucked the Slave, hoping all the while that Master would watch only and not give vent, Fred attempted to remember his decisions: Had he not decided to write about a Voyage of Discovery into this World in which he lived? This Faggot World.

I must confess something to you." "Confess." "I must confess to you that I've read they go and do it in the bushes and on islands and, would you believe, inside of trucks.

I...I...I...want...your...other...arm!

Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have, Not universal love But to be loved alone.

Everyone is beyond the beyond. Except Fred Lemish. Everyone's where they want to be. Except Fred Lemish. This is it. We've found it. This night of nights. This summer of our lives. Can it last till Tuesday? When's Tuesday?