Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my w...ords. My language trembles with desire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The glutton castaway, the drunkard in the desert, the lecher in prison, they are the happy ones. To hunger, thirst, lust, every da...y afresh and every day in vain, after the old prog, the old booze, the old whores, that's the nearest we'll ever get to felicity, the new porch and the very latest garden.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The ho...rse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire.... What is it women do in men require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...there are perhaps only one or two things in the world which are not far more charming in desire than they are in possession.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and still content,... And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »