I believe that organic sex, body against body, skin area against skin area, is becoming no longer possible, simply because if anyt...hing is to have any meaning for us it must take place in terms of the values and experiences of the media landscape.... What we're getting is a whole new order of sexual fantasies, involving a different order of experiences, like car crashes, like travelling in jet aircraft, the whole overlay of new technologies, architecture, interior design, communications, transport, merchandising. These things are beginning to reach into our lives and change the interior design of our sexual fantasies. We've got to recognize that what one sees through the window of the TV screen is as important as what one sees through a window on the street.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Your crystal? That's silly. Whom do you think you are fooling? Come on, everyone knows that I threw the baby out of the window. Th...e crystal is shattered on earth, and I do not care. I am no longer anything but a skin, and my skin does not belong to you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Miss Dudley ... gives one the idea of a lightly-sparred yacht in mid- ocean; unexpected; you ask yourself what the devil she is d...oing there. She sails gaily along, though there is no land in sight and plenty of rough weather coming. She never read a book, I believe, in her life. She tries to paint, but she is only a second-rate amateur and will never be any thing more, though she has done one or two things which I give you my word I would like to have done myself. She picks up all she knows without an effort and knows nothing well, yet she seems to understand whatever is said. Her mind is as irregular as her face, and both have the same peculiarity. I notice that the lines of her eyebrows, nose and mouth all end with a slight upward curve like a yacht's sails, which gives a kind of hopefulness and self-confidence to her expression. Mind and face have the same curves."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Then I discovered that my son had learned something new. For the first time, he was able to give a proper kiss, puckering up his l...ips and enfolding my face in his arms. "Kees Dada," he said as he bussed me on the nose and cheeks. No amount of gratification at work could have compensated for that moment.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The work was like peeling an onion. The outer skin came off with difficulty ... but in no time you'd be down to its innards, tears... streaming from your eyes as more and more beautiful reductions became possible.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This Light inspires, and plays upon The nose of Saint like Bag-pipe drone,... And speaks through hollow empty Soul, As through a Trunk, or whisp'ring hole, Such language as no mortal Ear But spiritual Eve-droppers can hear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh! Caesonia, I knew men could despair, but I did not know what that word meant. I thought like, everyone else, that it was an ail...ment of the soul. But no, it is the body that suffers. My skin hurts, my chest, my limbs. I am feeling lightheaded and nauseated. And the most horrible is this taste in my mouth. Neither blood, nor death, nor fever, but all of them at once.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There are no black conservatives. Oh, there are neoconservatives with black skin, but they lack any claim to blackness other than ...the biological. They have forgotten their roots.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Take away an accident of pigmentation of a thin layer of our outer skin and there is no difference between me and anyone else. All... we want is for that trivial difference to make no difference.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »