May 2010
101 posts
April 2010
106 posts
Men wake up aroused in the morning. We can’t help it. We just wake up and...
– Andy Rooney
There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it...
– Mayra Hornbacher, Wasted
In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness, nothing else exists....
– Rumi (via oceanofmind)
The hypothalamus is one of the most important parts of the brain, involved in...
– Unknown psychology professor in neuropsychology course
There are three possible parts to a date, of which at least two must be offered:...
– Miss Manners’ Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behaviour
The argument between wives and whores is an old one; each one thinking that...
– Andrea Dworkin
What if there’s no such thing as true love but we’re just too afraid...
– Boys and Girls, 2000
When we are struck at without reason, we should strike back again very hard; I...
– Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...
– Voltaire
Life in Lubbock, Texas, taught me two things: One is that God loves you and...
– Butch Hancock
I swallowed him whole.
– Lawrence Weschler, The New New Journalism
…and he said aloud with the blood rising to his head: “All the great...
– Doris Lessing, A Sunrise on the Veld
Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly...
– T.H. White
I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always...
– Elizabeth Gilbert
It was a dream, not a nightmare, a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a...
– The Basketball Diaries, 1995
Gamesters and highwaymen are generally very good to their whores, but they are...
– John Gay
All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course,...
– Simone Schwarz-Bart
You know the great thing, though, is that change can be so constant you...
– Life As a House, 2001
And then it came. The happiness at getting what you want is not usually...
– Ann Brasheres
A lodger is a man who does not forget the cold drafts, the snow on the window...
– John Hawkes, The Lime Twig