Quotes About Desire

Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.

A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time," she said. "I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. (Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds)

There must be something in books, things we can't imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don't stay for nothing.

It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.

That's life for you, said McDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.

I never in my life argued with a piece of cake or a bowl of ice cream.

First, find out what your hero wants, then just follow him.

most men jump at the chance to give up everything for nothing. There's nothing we're so slapstick with as our own immortal souls.

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy,Something's missing!

So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.

I'm the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It's just the opposite of love.

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, the dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn't it? "What a shame! You're not in love with anyone!" And why not?

People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else. When you were two years old you were shooting people with toy guns.

men do love sin, Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors, and smells.

We have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy.

Quietly she wished he might one day again spend as much time holding and touching her like a little harp as he did his incredible books.

Have a drink? I don't need it, said Halloway. But someone inside me does. Who? The boy I once was, thought Halloway, who runs like the leaves down the sidewalk autumn nights. But he couldn't say that. So he drank, eyes shut, listening to hear if that thing inside turned over again, rustling in the deep bons that were stacked for burning but never burned.

Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.

It was a pleasure to burn

Then I went in and shot the televisor, that insidious beast, that Medusa, which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little, but myself always going back, going back, hoping and waiting

That's life for you, said McDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can hurt you no more.

Don't ever be a Rocket Man." I stopped. "I mean it," he said. "Because when you're out there you want to be here, and when you're here you want to be out there. Don't start that.

It shows too much. Women are meant to be inhaled, not impaled.