Quotes About Obsession

She noted the lack of female hardware hackers, and was enraged at the male hacker obsession with technological play and power.

Is it possible that a person's childhood fascination with some object could subtly influence every other decision made during his or her life, a snowballing of interests, propelled by obsession and compulsion, that rolls on long after the initial discovery is forgotten?

For what is genius, I ask you, but the capacity to be obsessed? ...We have all been geniuses, you and I; but sooner or later it is beaten out of us, the glory faded, and by the age of seven most of us are nothing but wretched little adults.

Nero wanted only to be an actor; Commodus, to be a gladiator; and young Antoninus Ã¢â'¬Â¦ to be Venus!

But it wasn't Helen's face alone that launched the Greeks' celebrated thousand ships. It was the lure of booty.

I'm actually writing a short story about a photographer who went completely insane trying to take a close up photo of the horizon.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

Varian had become an obsession with Finnigin, his image expanded into some kind of demiurge.

Perhaps she likes to sit there with his eyes upon her. For now, it seems that nothing else of his will touch her.

You have never liked being denied," Tatrini said. "You always want your own way, and might have had it all those years ago, but for Khaster Leckery. Tayven spurned you, and for that you wanted to kill him.

She succumbed to the disease of love, reliquished her flesh to its fevering infection, opened her mind to its gnawing absesses and sores.

She could smell the perfume of his own body beneath that of the aftershave: a scent of corn and ozone. It was unbearable. She made a promise to herself that she would have him, eventually. She could not stand it if she didn't.

He had sent one of his licky-spits 'round, a lily-fleshed human boy with the glassy-eyed stare of the perpetually supped.

Daniel noticed that Sofia glared hungrily at the remains of the fruit as Enniel replaced it on the altar. She looked as if she might rise up, throw herself across the temple, and gorge herself on the sticky fragments.

It was likely that many people had been affected by them in a similar way; dreaming of celebrities, dreaming of touching them and possessing their bodies for a night. I was probably no different than their other admirers.

Ghosts only lived in the past, caught up in their melodramas, reliving and reliving them. Selish they were, selfish and blind.

Othman watched Owen through slitted eyes, waiting for him to manifest some physical effect from the haoma that Emma had put in his coffee. Lily was chattering brightly, but her words were nothing more than a chirruping nonsense that flapped around Othman's senses. He wanted Owen. He needed him.

You are his creature and you must lure him to me.

By day, Casmeer worried that he was becoming too involved in his work. He realised the boundary between fantasy and reality was growing blurred. Occasionally, but with increasing regularity, he thought about giving up on his creation. And yet, it had given his empty life some meaning. How could he live without it now?

There is nothing of yours I have not possessed. Soon, I shall even possess your body as I have taken those whom you love. You have no power to resist me.

It is an addictive substance, life.

Once you have been touched by them, it becomes an addiction.

I lay down among the the rocks, and they were gold and crimson like a royal tomb. I saw wonderous shapes rise from the fumes, twisting and curling like cats about me. They breathed upon me and filled me with fire. I saw myself leading armies. I saw myself killing men, and in my heart I felt a fierce glee. I saw myself ridding the world of all that was worthless.

Was there pleasure to be found in the jaws of the fox? That would make a good first line, she thought, and repeated it over and over in her head so as not to forget it.