Quotes About Obsession
Freedom isn't freedom when you're addicted to it
~ Neal Shusterman
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Hayden passes his hand back and forth over the flame. He doesn't move slowly enough to burn himself, but he does move slowly enough to feel the heat. Hayden notices Connor watching him. "It's funny how a flame can only burn your hand if you move too slow," Hayden says. "You can tease it all you want and it never gets you, if you're quick enough." "Are you a pyro?" Connor asks. "You're confusing boredom with obsession.
~ Neal Shusterman
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SPAM is my god. It's the only deity that can be eaten raw or fried.
~ Neal Shusterman
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I am the vampire at my own veins.
~ Charles Baudelaire
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the Devil's hand directs our every move the things we loathed become the things we love; day by day we drop through stinking shades quite undeterred on our descent to Hell.
~ Charles Baudelaire
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The panting lover bending o'er his fair one Looks like a dying man caressing his own tomb
~ Charles Baudelaire
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A vida é um hospital cujos pacientes são obcecados pela troca das camas. Este quer sofrer frente a fornalha, aquele outro pensa que melhorará caso se mantenha perto da janela. Sempre me pareceu que eu estaria melhor em qualquer outro lugar exceto o lugar em que estou agora, e esta questão de seguir adiante é uma questão que muito discuto com minha alma.
~ Charles Baudelaire
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Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.
~ Charles Bukowski
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There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.
~ Charles Bukowski
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one more creature dizzy with love
~ Charles Bukowski
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She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it.
~ Charles Bukowski
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but right now it's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan all the way.
~ Charles Bukowski
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You gotta find what you like and let it kill you.
~ Charles Bukowski
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Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!
~ Charles Bukowski
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I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.
~ Charles Bukowski
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They took all the joy out of fucking by talking about it all the time. I liked to fuck too, but it wasn't my religion.
~ Charles Bukowski
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She seemed a bit crazy but I kept looking at her body and I didn't care.
~ Charles Bukowski
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a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.
~ Charles Bukowski
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Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.
~ Charles Bukowski
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I wait on my fix: I am a poetry junkie.
~ Charles Bukowski
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I suppose there's always something out there that we want to torture ourselves with.
~ Charles Bukowski
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I make her leave on her stockings and high heels. I am a freak. I cannot bear the human being in present state, I must be fooled. the psychiatrists must have a word for it, and I have a word for the psychiatrists.
~ Charles Bukowski
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I only want the sky to burn me more and more burn me out so that the sun begins at 6 in the morning and goes past midnight
~ Charles Bukowski
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Too many writers write for the wrong reasons. They want to get famous or they want to get rich or they want to get laid by the girls with bluebells in their hair... When everything works best, it's not because you chose writing, but because writing chose you. It's when you're mad with it. When it's stuffed in your ears, nostrils, under your finger nails. It's when there's no hope but that.
~ Charles Bukowski
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