Quotes About Obsession

I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.

The Public School, he had long ago decided, was neurotic. It wanted a world in which nothing new came about, in which there were no surprises. And that was the world of the compulsive-obsessive neurotic; it was not a healthy world at all.

I lifted you from the tomb world just now and I will continue to lift you until you lose interest and want to quit. But you will have to stop searching for me because I will never stop searching for you.(Mercer)

I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.

It was on the order of coin or stamp collecting; no rational explanation could ever be given. And high prices were being paid by wealthy collectors.

she had it—his soul—and she was turning it over and over on her tongue. Goddam her!

Typical of their mania for the trivial, their legalistic fascination with documents, proclamations, ads.

It's not just the drive. They're right out front. Everywhere. Waiting for me. All day and night." "Who are, dear?" "Robots selling things. As soon as I set down the ship. Robots and visual-audio ads. They dig right into a man's brain. They follow people around until they die.

One invisible puff-puff whisk of economically priced Ubik banishes compulsive obsessive fears that the entire world is turning into clotted milk, worn-out tape recorders and obsolete iron-cage elevators, plus other, further, as-yet-unglimpsed manifestations of decay.

She used to stand there and watch me do this shit back then, flashing me "Die!" messages, like they say in transactional analysis. Die. Do not be.

The urge, the longing, to take another shower was overwhelming him.

Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.

Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it.

If you thought for one moment that I would release my daughter into the care ? the care! ? of a body of men with a feverish obsession with sexuality, men with dirty fingernails, reeking of ancient sweat, men whose furtive imaginations would crawl over her body like cockroaches ? if you thought I would expose my child to that... you are more stupid than you take me for.

He was her devoted slave by this time; he would have followed her to the ends of the earth.

Now, I'm very vulnerable to female beauty, as you know. Everybody's defenseless against something, and that's it for me. I see it and it blinds me to everything else.

Many farcical, illogical, incomprehensible transactions are subsumed by the mania of lust.

One price you pay for being taken for a god is the unabated dreaminess of your acolytes.

Two hundred and sixty miles round-trip, but it was worth it for Drenka's breasts.

Many farcical, illogical, incomprehensible transactions are subsumed by the manias of lust.

Neurotic obsessed suffering is essential for greatness.

One of the unfortunate things about greed ... is that, in the end, it will consume itself.

Its a fine line between love and stalking.

I have to tell you, man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.