Behind every vocation there is a fetish.
لعله من الخطأ أن عدم معرفة المرء بالأشياء الإيروتيكية والرغبة الدنيوية تساعد في قتل الرغبة. إذ يمكن للرغبة أن تجد أصغر فجوة تسلل منها
Harry had loved most of the arts long enough to know that artists had to be excused failings which would condemn the general population. The artist was the proxy, the brave one, the one who spoke, was...
For those of you curious about the menu, I am drinking tear soup.
But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.
[My father] murmured only, 'you can always tell when a woman is ready for sex. Oh yes. Her ears get hot.'I looked keenly at Helen's ears. I even reached out and pinched one of them lightly, for scient...
What a quality of innocence people have when they don't expect to be harmed.
The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising.
The artist was the proxy, the brave one, the one who spoke, was thanked, and who paid the price.
So badly did he not want to fuck it up, he could only fuck it up.
Selbst die Verwandten der Berühmten [sind] berühmt, denn Ruhm [ist] erblich.
Now, watching her sleep, and closing his eyes, he felt, in this particular intimacy - stowed beneath her duvet - that he was intruding. At the same time, he knew, settling down, you couldn´t dislike a...
Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted
Mamoon went on, 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. He raised his glass. All the best then, my friends...
London seemed like a house with five thousand rooms, all different; the kick was to work out how they connected, and eventually to walk through all of them.
Ja minä voin viedä tuon naisen - hän tarkoitti vaimoaan - ulos johonkin kauniiseen paikkaan.' 'Mihin kauniiseen paikkaan sinä viet sen, oopperaanko? Siellä pyörii kuulemma hyvä produktio Rigolettosta....
I could have ripped at those pages with my fingernails in order to get all of the material inside me.
I can’t quite count the ways in which we hurt one another. It was the means by which we tried to help one another—me, turning her into a patient, her, turning me into a dull authority—which were as ba...
Does sex make life worth living? Didn’t you say, the other day, ‘Our lives are only as good as our orgasms’?
Born for disappointment, she only wanted what I couldn’t give.