Quotes About Obsession

I'M STARVED FOR YOU

But hatred and viciousness are addictive.

she'd have been gnawing her way through his bedroom walls to sink her avid fingers into his youthful flesh.

I am in love with his need

She must have been annoyed that it no longer worked. One morning he looked down and it was gone. I expect she'd pointed at it when he was asleep. She was keeping it in a cedar box with some other penises she'd stolen; she was feeding them on grains of wheat. That's the usual method of tending penises.

She was keeping it in a cedar box with some other penises she'd stolen; she was feeding them on grains of wheat. That's the usual method of tending penises.

hatred and viciousness are addictive. You can get high on them.

Art was a kind of demonic possession. Art would dance you to death. It would move in and take you over, and then destroy you.

I'd been reading modern French novels, and William Faulkner as well. I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession, with undertones of nausea.

you occupy me so completely run through my brain as warm chemicals and melted gold, spread out wings to the ends of my fingers reach my heart and stop, digging your claws in

I would want someone I could love to madness, someone who was myself, only better, someone I could never get enough of looking at.

Each guest had retired, as an animal retires with a bone to the back of its cage, to chew over some single obsession.

I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You've had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you've known have kissed you like this - have they? Your precious Charles or Frank or your stupid Ashley... I said your stupid Ashley. Gentlemen all - what do they know about women? What do they know about you? I know you.

If he's forgotten me, I'll make him remember me. I'll make him want me again.

So I think I'll remove him from your mind forever, this way. I'll put my hands, so, on each side of your head and I'll smash your skull between them like a walnut and that will blot him out.

His one great flaw was making the terrible and exhilarating mistake of falling in love with Scarlett O'Hara.

She was constitutionally unable to endure any man being in love with any woman not herself, and the sight of India Wilkes and Stuart at the speaking had been too much for her predatory nature.

No one seemed to realize what really possessed her, what drove her like a mad woman. It was a passion to get her affairs in order before she had to retire behind doors, to have as much money as possible in case the deluge broke upon her again, to have a stout levee of cash against the rising tide of Yankee hate. Money was the obsession dominating her mind these days. When she thought of the baby at all, it was with baffled rage at the untimeliness of it.

She was constitutionally unable to endure any man being in love with any woman not herself

Whether or not you love television, you've got to admit that it certainly loves itself.

Our present era, to my mind, is characterized by a profound forgetting of the past. "The future, the future, the future." The 21st century, all the technology obsession.

The thing I've always been most nerdy about is technology, in general.

I had an almost fetishistic attraction to film technology.

It's like I'm thirteen again and he's my crush. All I'm aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to.