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"Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses."
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"Private moments held not a candle to coitus, not even the expensive kind of candle that made the whole room smell of far off seasons."
"He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens."
"Delight in your sensuality, in the dance of your desires. Don't be ashamed of it."
"Sweat isn't a bad thing," he said, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. "Some of the best things in life happen while your sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful women? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good...especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration...mmm." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. "Dead sexy."
"Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations."
"Over your breasts of motionless current,over your legs of firmness and water,over the permanence and the prideof your naked hairI want to be, my love, now that the tears arethrowninto the raucous baskets where they accumulate,I want to be, my love, alone with a syllableof mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow."
"A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing ..."
"Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,you have vines and stars in your hair."
"Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with."
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"There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast."
"I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust."
"It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish."
"It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself."
"France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic."
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