Haruki Murakami Quotes

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

I was with this girl the other night and from the way she was responding to my skillful caresses, you would have sworn that she was conscious from the top of her head to the tag on her toes.

Are you prepared for the storm of lovemaking with which you will be assailed?

He dipped his head, placing his mouth to the space below her ear. He nipped her there, just a tiny bite that sent a wave of heat through her veins. And then his lips moved lower, leaving a hot trail behind. “You drive me insane, absolutely freaking insane. Do you know that? I bet you do.

Darlin'...I know what you look like when you've been kissed.

He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.

A cold supper, were you thinking? I asked dubiously. I was not, he said firmly, I mean to light a roaring fire in the kitchen hearth, fry up a dozen eggs in butter, and eat them all, then lay ye down on the hearth rug and roger ye 'till you - is that all right? he inquired, noticing my look. 'Til I what? I asked fascinated by his description of the evening's program. 'Til ye burst into flame and take me with ye, I suppose, he said, and stooping, swooped me up into his arms and carried me across the darkened threshold.

Lovers are made by a kiss.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This." I said. And then I kissed him.

I've missed you, Sebastian." "Have you, love?" He unfastened the buttons of her robe, the light eyes glittering with heat as her skin was revealed. "What part did you miss the most?" "Your mind," she said, and smiled at his expression. "I was hoping for a far more depraved answer than that." "Your mind is depraved," she told him solemnly. He gave a husky laugh. "True.

You think giving you a hug would give away too much?" he says. "You know," I say. "I really don't care." I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. It is the best moment of my life.

I just want your extra time and your.......... Kiss

Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.

Love is simply the name for the desire and the pursuit of the whole.

Action, reaction, motivation, emotion, all have to come from the characters. Writing a love scene requires the same elements from the writer as any other.

Love is not an emotion; it is a drive.

Eros is everywhere. It is what binds.

Most people like a little sex in their novels.