Quotes About Desire

I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.

Rena noticed me watching it pass. 'You think they don't got problem?' Rena said. 'Everybody got problem. You got me, they got insurance, house payment, Preparation H.' She smiled, baring the part between her two upper teeth. 'We are the free birds. They want to be us.

There is no God, there is only what you want.

Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after

Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest.

For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame.

If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and she and him could sail away like two birds.

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you. It's so soothing. I feel infinitely better now.

Now was too big, like a giant dark planet coming up over the horizon. she wanted then. That's what he'd seen that day, a brightness with darkness all around, watching her, as if she were glamorous, as if she were a rare and mysterious creature.

She was used to taking the world as it was, she'd never have guessed you could get what you wanted by asking for it.

His guitar bore his longing up into the darkness like sparks, a music profound in its objectless desire, beautiful beyond solace or solution

There was no God there was only what you wanted.

He could see the flames in my hair, he knew my lips would scorch him.

He'd loved her, he had. And he knew she loved him, he knew it! But it wasn't enough. She couldn't have imagined such a thing was possible. Love wasn't enough

I'm a fish swimming by Ray. Catch me if you want me.

God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

I gazed up as if I hadn't heard, but what I was thinking was, tell me more about the pretty girls. I was embarrassed for wanting it, it was base, what did pretty matter? I had thought that so many times with my mother. A person didn't need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn't help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I'd take it.

I had been moving too fast. I had been too hungry to become a woman.

My words, that's what she wanted. What's this? she kept asking. What's this? But how could I tell her? She'd taken all the words.

She thought she could justify anything, even murder, just because it was what she wanted.

It was all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.

anyway. People didn't fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

People want a little magic. Sex is its theater. There are sliding panels and trapdoors.

I was bad, I had done bad things, I had hurt people, and the worst of it was, I didn't want to stop. Blue