Quotes About Desire

That feeling in your stomach when you hear him whispering off-key, down the hall. That way your heart trips and then hammers against your ribs when he sees you and he grins like a little kid at the top of a steep, shiny-hot slide. Call it hormones, an early-stage bacterial zombie infection, or a very pleasant dream I was experiencing; I didn't care. I liked That.

the mouth they want to eat with, smile with, sing with, paint with glitter, lip- stick, and stain with grape popsicles or wine from a dark sea, a mouth to whisper with love, to open wide and swallow what love offers, hungry always for more.

Love messes you up and makes you do strange things

I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me.

Afraid that my head might burst through the roof, I head for the mall. I have ten bucks in my pocket—what to spend it on? French fries—ten bucks' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

Of course I want to be a model. I want to paint my eyelids gold. I saw that on a magazine cover and it looked amazing-- turned the model into a sexy alien that everyone would look at but nobody dared touch.

two opposites of rape To have sex is human. To make love, Divine.

You've fallen in love with me. You want to have my babies. We'll get a team of horses and a covered wagon and we'll journey to South America and raise goats.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0.

Rich people scorn the way the poor buy lottery tickets, but what would you pay for an hour of untainted hope, of happiness unfettered? If the ticket had my mother's name on it I'd dance across minefields for the chance.

The lust for murder is not a rational thing. In queens, it is an instinctual response.

How could he have known? How could he know my body better than I did myself? How could he foresee that a thumbnail run up my spine would—) "By God," he murmured throatily into my hair. "I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes upon you.

No, the path of God has often been diverted to lead to a human desire, the word of God twisted to suit human ambition. Were

Booze and tobacco and lots of sex. It keeps a lad young.

It was still there, a low-grade fever in the blood, an itch somewhere down beneath the skin, where you couldn't scratch it.

I looked down into my glass. It held club soda, but the way I was gazing into it you'd have thought it was filled with something stronger. I used to stare like that into glasses of whiskey, as if they contained coded answers. All they did was dissolve the questions, but there was a time when that was enough.

I haven't seen her in five years. Well, hell, I haven't had a cigarette in twelve, and I damn well wanted one for a minute there. Sometimes I don't think anybody ever gets over anything.

coffee must be 'hot as hell, black as sin, and sweet as love.

Not like a state trooper. Oh, you're a delight. No, it doesn't matter, forget it. Hey, let's go upstairs." "You're not kidding." "Put your hand here and you'll see if I'm kidding." "Well, what do you know about that? It's got a great big cock on it." "Christ!

And was there anything on earth as dangerous as getting everything you ever wanted? As

Everybody has one thing that gets to him. Women or liquor or gambling or something. The trouble is when you've got more than one vice.

I threw myself down upon that small soft body, and her hand clutched me and tucked me home. She worked and strained in sweet agony beneath me. I brought her there. I heard her cry out and felt her quiver, and then I melted at last inside her in unutterable delight.

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she sounded like Lizbeth Scott in those Bogart movies. I've always wished I had a voice