Quotes About Desire

She made love with the freshness of an impatient virgin and the ingenuity of a sex-scarred whore.

A rocket or a bridge. That's the only way I can really describe it. If there is a river between our sleeping bodies, this is the bridge that crosses it. ... I can just fit my fist around the base without waking him. I love it so much I want to bite it.

I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce.

But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.

The bitch-goddess, Success, was trailed by thousands of gasping dogs with lolling tongues.

Love's a dog in a manger.

A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.

A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child he would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasant connection.

Sodom and Madonna-ism are two halves of the same movement, the mere tick-tack of lust and asceticism, pietism and pornography.

Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.

El deseo es una acémila. Si la monta Dios, avanza y camina como Dios quiere; si la monta el diablo, avanza y camina como quiere el diablo. No puede elegir quién la monta (...) y los caballeros luchan por montarla. Lutero

Someone knows my name. Seeing you makes me want to live.

If people don't want to come to the ballpark how are you going to stop them?

I cried for what should have been.

It's really the striving-the person becomes aware that whatever he is striving for becomes the cost.

People are torn between the pathetic safety of not knowing, and the desire to know.

We don't care if these girls want to eat their men. That's the Piranha Man's problem. We just want the avocados.

My feeling about fiction, regardless of the genre, is that it is meant to be a representation of life. I want my books to give a whole spectrum of experiences to my readers. Not just fear or terror or revulsion, but excitement, laughter, pain, sorrow, desire, etc.

Then Nature shaped a poet's heart -- a lyre From out whose chords the lightest breeze that blows Drew trembling music, wakening sweet desire.

The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.

A person who believes ... that things fit: that there is a whole of which one is a part, and that in being a part one is whole: such a person has no desire whatever, at any time, to play God. Only those who have denied their being yearn to play at it.

Is it the gods who set this fire in our hearts, or do we each make our fierce desire into a god?

Violence gains nothing, killing wins nothing -- only sometimes nothing is what people want. Death is what they want. And they get it.