Quotes About Obsession

If I had a message to my contemporaries it is surely this: Be anything you like, be madmen, drunks, and bastards of every shape and form, but at all costs avoid one thing: success . . . If you are too obsessed with success, you will forget to live. If you have learned only how to be a success, your life has probably been wasted.

We are so obsessed with doing that we have no time and no imagination left for being. As a result, men are valued not for what they are but for what they do or what they have - for their usefulness.

There are two more turds, smaller ones, and when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus. He prays that she'll let him drop the cape over himself, to be allowed, in the silk-lined darkness, to stay a while longer with his submissive tongue straining upward into her asshole. But she moves away. The fur evaporates from his hands. She orders him to masturbate for her. She has watched Captain Blicero with Gottfried, and has learned the proper style.

film and calculus, both pornographies of flight.

As spread thighs are to the libertine...so was the letter V to young Stencil.

You could fall in love with me, you can talk to my shrink, you can hide a tape recorder in my bedroom, see what I talk about from wherever I am when I sleep. You want to do that? You can put together clues, develop a thesis, or several, about why characters reacted to the Trystero possibility the way they did, why the assassins came on, why the black costumes. You could waste your life that way and never touch the truth.

He gazed at Reef in almost unconcealed envy, failing completely to recognize the darker thing, the desire, the desperate need to create a radius of annihilation that, if it could not include the ones who deserved it, might as well include himself. Webb

He's wasted gallons of paint thinner striking his faithful Zippo, its charred wick, virility giving way to thrift, rationed down to a little stub, the blue flame sparking about the edges in the dark, the many kinds of dark, just to see what's happening with her face. Each new flame, a new face.

tale ossessione era come una serra: un posto a temperatura costante, senz'aria, stipato di varietà multicolori, di fiori innaturali.

We are obsessed with building labyrinths, where before there was open plain and sky.

Yeah well, as film critic Mitchell Prettyplace puts it in his definitive 18-volume study of King Kong, you know, he DID love her, folks.

Here the poor are a means to an end. These kinds of leftists show remarkably little interest in the creation of wealth, which has raised living standards for the poor, as compared to their obsession with redistribution, which has not. These kinds of leftists concentrate on inequalities that can be dealt with by turning money and power over to people like themselves. These kinds of leftists will never desert the cause that serves them so well, no matter how badly it serves others.

Even if I were half dead, drugged to the gills, deaf, dumb, and blind, I would know you were here. How can you expect me to rest when you arouse such madness in me?

I know you've dated now and then. I know, because I considered having any man who went out with you shot. Thought about it quite seriously, in fact. - Corbett Lazlo

I can't leave you alone." He touched his lips to the smoothly rising slope of her shoulder. "The thought of you stumbles the beat of my heart and arouses such a hunger in me that I must seek you out or groan beneath the torture of it. You have chained me to you, Erienne. The beast is your slave." -Lord Saxton

If you're not aware of it yet, madam, I'm rather single-minded in my pursuits. You're the woman I want, and I'll not be satisfied until I have you." "Christopher, Christopher," she groaned. "When will you ever accept the fact that I'm a married woman?" "Only when I can claim you as my wife." -Christopher & Erienne

They 'possess each other like demon lovers, alternately clinging together as one and then separating in furious mutual rejection. They encircle one another in a bond of steel …

secondhand bookstores have pilgrims. The words out of print are a call to arms for those who seek a Holy Grail made of paper and ink.

May gasped, wavered on her feet for a moment, then settled a wistful gaze on Cass's hair. "Oh my, ye have a lot, don't ye?" And her fingers began to twitch. Cook

Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.

Food is my thing, I do not smoke or drink, so food is my vice.

The current phone obsession is a disease," Chance said. "Everyone's gone mad, typing to themselves all day long like mindless robots.

It's (news) like balls in a Bingo hopper. The same events keep coming up over and over. Earthquake. Coup d'etat. Trade war. Hostage taking. My compulsion is to know whick balls are up on any given day.

Religious fervor breeds obsessive actions. Whether these actions are rational or irrational depends of your perspective.