The news I bring is to say that, man being the only animal who hates himself, the likely fate of the world is total self-destruction.
My father had the right idea. Begin from an assumption of insanity and then laugh, where possible.
If living is an art it is a strange one, an art of everything, and particularly of spirited pleasure.
For him in India the British were ridiculous, stiff, unconfident, rule-bound. And he'd made me feel that we couldn't allow ourselves the shame of failure in front of these people. You couldn't let the...
Everything has become very conventional. You're either in or you're out. I'm with the out- with the weird, the impossible, the victimised and the broken. It's the only place to be.
Desire is naughty and doesn't conform to our ideals, which is why we have such a need of them. Desire mocks all human endeavour and makes it worthwhile. Desire is the original anarchist and undercover...
As a Newbody, however, I began to like the pornographic circus of rough sex; the stuff that resembled some of the modern dance I had seen, animalistic, without talk. I begged to be turned into meat, h...
And so I sat in the centre of this old city that I loved, which itself sat at the bottom of a tiny island. I was surrounded by people I loved, and I felt happy and miserable at the same time. I though...
And if anyone manages to get their sexuality and their love lined up together, they are indeed lucky. It is as rare as a fine spring day in the country.
Almost certainly I will not tell her my intentions this evening or tonight. I will put it off. Why? Because words are actions and they make things happen. Once they are out you cannot put them back.
After a bit you realize there’s only one invaluable commodity. Not gold or love, but time.
A few words of criticism and I can bear a grudge for three days at a time, convinced she is plotting against me. None of this has diminished despite years of self-analysis, therapy and writing as heal...
Behind him a string of broken women has hardly been alive.
Women are attracted to artists, of course, as they are to doctors and prisoners on death row. The powerful and the vulnerable. If you want to continue to get laid, particularly as you get older, that’...
But you're beautiful, and the beautiful should be given whatever they want.Hey, what about the ugly ones?The ugly ones. She poked her tongue out. It's their fault if their ugly. They're to be blamed,...
Apparently the town, a triumph of post-war socialist planning was a sewer, full of tattooed beasts and violent zombies, with vomit and blood frothing in the gutters. I couldn't wait to see it.
All sex, and indeed all pleasure, must include a poisonous drop of perversion, of devilish transgression—of evil, even—for it to be worth getting into bed for.
All day, everywhere he went, he heard stories of the remarkable penis, not only of its size and strength, but of its warm way with strangers.
I love 'yes.' It's practically the most interesting word of all, don't you think? Like a hinge opening a door outward. Yes, yes, yes.
Creo que la felicidad sólo es posible si nos dejamos guiar por nuestros sentimientos, nuestra intuición y nuestros deseos verdaderos. Si se actúa empujado por el sentido del deber, la obligación, el s...