Anais Nin Quotes

For anyone that has ever done a sex scene, it takes on the feeling of learning a ridiculous dance, like the electric slide. It's not a sexy experience.

Very often, if you think about what's erotic and break it down, as we're feeling the excitement of eroticism, we're feeling fear. We want to try to dominate our fear and get rid of our fear, so we go towards it and have sex with it, basically. That's really sad.

I was in the back of the car with my girlfriend, the Rascals came on the radio and I realized their song was sexier than the sex I was trying to have.

Wherein we discover that many of the "rules" for good writing and good sex are the same: Keep your hand moving, lose control, and don't think.

You've made love to my mind, now you gotta take me from behind.

I don't know whether you've ever had a woman eat an apple while you were doing it. Well, you can imagine how that affects you.

There was sex, of course. Nakedness. Wall to wall, in and out of my thoughts. But when it was over it was her whispering voice I craved, and a human curled up in my arms.

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.

That (sex) was the most fun I ever had without laughing.

I love food and I love sex.

Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.

Making love to a woman is like buying real estate: location, location, location.

Take it off, baby, take it all off. I want you the way you came into the world.

It's so easy to pick up a camera, white balance, and shoot people having sex, but I don't think there's anything very interesting about it. You might get off, but that's it.

all pleasures should be taken in great leisure and are worth going into in detail; love is not like eating a quick lunch with one's hat on.

They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading. Flesh becomes bread in the heat of those hands, braided and rising.

Sex is like having dinner: sometimes you joke about the dishes, sometimes you take the meal seriously.

Sex and love are like tea and milk. They can be mixed or they can be taken straight. Each has certain distinctive characteristics, but when they are combined they form a unique substance.

I love sex as much as I love music, and I think it's as hard to do.

I'm a writer who never writes about sex. It's so far from my own fictional world.

The difficulty of writing about sex, for women, is that sex is best when not thought about, not analysed.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

Smother me in your hot sauce woman until smoke comes from your thighs.

Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's wall, even if only for a moment, a moment before one immures oneself again.

People don't want to see me having sex... I'm the queen of the 'kiss, foreplay, dissolve.' And then the 'Whoo! Good morning, tiger.