Quotes About Obsession

I've been buying instruments and musical gear for a long time.

I collect musical theatre anthologies. I have a whole library of them.

The greatness of a musician is measured by the degree of fanaticism he brings to his playing.

I don't really collect guitars like some musicians do.

Queso is my number one.

I've become a captive of my own ambitions.

MySpace is an addiction.

I read two mysteries a day when I was a kid. All of Agatha Christie, all of 'Sherlock Holmes.' I've seen every single British detective show ever made.

I am addicted to poetry, but the truth is I cannot pass up a good hard-boiled mystery.

Liking money like I like it, is nothing less than mysticism. Money is a glory.

I'm such a geek, I know all about mythology and I don't know Marc Jacobs.

It's sad to me that the main stage of history is a story of how we became this visually obsessed, extremely narcissistic, extremely concerned about image, culture. At least in the West.

We're comic book fans; we're huge NASCAR fans.

I've been in love with Natalie Portman for a long time now. She's flawless.

From the age of about 8 to the age of about 15, I was obsessed with Native Americans.

Anything that I'm naturally curious about, I get really into. Maybe it's O.C.D. I get really consumed by something until I absorb it, then I'm done with it.

I'm going to possess you. You're going to know you're mine every minute of the day. You're going to want me inside you all night long.

You're insane, but you're my kind of man.

He knew he would always be obsessed, would always crave her taste.

She knew every scar, every tattoo. She had traced every one of those scars and tattoos with her tongue. With her fingertips. She'd memorized them until they were etched so deeply in her brain, she could have drawn them and gotten every detail perfect.

He was the devil, but she didn't care. On some level she even knew he was using her own body against her, pitting her innocence against his experience, but she didn't care about that, either. She wanted to leap into the fire with both feet, arms wide, eyes open. She knew his world might be something she would have a difficult time accepting, but he was worth it.

He needed to keep this woman with him. He didn't even know why the compulsion was so strong, but that need was relentless, bone deep. Soul deep.

Her mouth was perfect under his, her taste wrapping him up in addiction. He craved her the way others might drugs. The depth of his feelings shook him. The passion and love mixed together inside him, welling up like a volcano, consumed him.

His body didn't just want her. It demanded her, burned for her.