Jeanette Winterson Quotes

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

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

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.

The love-bite, it is the beginning. You will be irresistible.

The paintings that really excite me have an erotic element or side to them irrespective of subject matter.

I will always love red lips.

Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price.

Pursuit and seduction are the essence of sexuality. It's part of the sizzle.

Wine is incredibly sexy.

I have always loved anything sexy.

She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.

Come spend the night inside my sugar walls.

I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn't you say?

But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,-- What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.

He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say.

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

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

Love, unconquerable, Waster of rich men, keeper Of warm lights and all-night vigil In the soft face of a girl: Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor! Even the pure immortals cannot escape you, And mortal man, in his one day's dusk, Trembles before your glory.

Teasingly she took the apple from his mouth. Juice ran down his chin. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned over and licked the sweet juice from his chin. I will have to admit though, that I will never look at an apple in quite the same way.

Not everything about me is cute." "That's true, some things are cute. The rest are sexy. Astonishing, agonizingly sexy. It's a wonder I can get anything done at all, when all I ever think about is the way your lips taste or how your fingertips feel on my skin or how your legs are..." "Adrian, shut up.

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.