Quotes About Desire

I read someplace that wanting to know everything about a person is wanting to possess them." "I believe that is probably true," Susan said.

SUSAN AND PEARL and I were in bed together. I loved Pearl, but my preference had always been a ménage à deux. "At least she wasn't in here during," I said to Susan.

And it's the reason I wanted you to live with me." "Not because I am cuter than a bug's ear?" "That too," Susan said. "But mostly I wanted to pretend to be what I had never been.

Pearl eyed a man and woman walking by in funny hats. Her whole body stiffened with the desire to bark at them. Mine too. But we had both been urged repeatedly not to, and we were

Satyriasis?" Susan

Money makes the world go round, darlin'. And sex makes the trip worthwhile. Sex

we love who we love whether we should or not, even though there are more suitable people to love.

My champagne is gone. Do you think you are, if you'll pardon the phrase, up for another transport of ecstasy?

I finished my New Amsterdam Black & Tan. I wanted another one, but I was used to that. I always wanted another one.

She rearranged her legs again. If she kept doing that, it was possible that I might begin to bugle like a stallion. Which would not be dignified. Beth

Her breasts were good, her thighs were terrific. When she shook hands with me, I felt something click down back of my solar plexus.

You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come.

I know why you didn't bother to switch on the sign. I know why you haven't even gone up to open the office tonight. You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come." "All

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or else what's a heaven for?

Your reach should exceed your grasp, or what's a heaven for

Man's reach much exceed his grasp, or what is heaven for?

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Riches do not so much exhilarate us with their possession, as they torment us with their loss.

And what mostly made that feller a loser was he didn't want nuthin' bad enough.

Pluck my heart From my flesh And eat it.....

Eat my heart Chew it hard Swallow my soul, too

He looks at me fondly. I know that the look doesn't have love in it. Or even lust. I still wonder about love or sex or lust. I saw lust in his eyes when he looked at that girl on the sidewalk … I love him, anyway. I love him because he's kind to me and he doesn't want my body, doesn't want to feel me or touch me, like all the others … and maybe after a while he might look at me with more than fondness, will kiss me sweetly, tenderly.