Will Self Quotes

Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.

Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but surging . . . I suppose it's lust, but it's awful and holy like thunder and lightning and the wind.

I'm a passionate individual, and sometimes when I have strong feelings about a subject, I feel the need to express myself.

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains.

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

I have an unfortunate compulsion. I really would rather not do it, as it is very nerve-wracking and un-fun. But when it works, there is nothing like it.

When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.

More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.

I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.

Deep in the darkness of passions insanity, I felt taken by lust's strange inhumanity.

Even before he left the room, — and certainly, not five minutes after, the clear conviction dawned upon her, shined bright upon her, that he did love her; that he had loved her; that he would love her. And she shrank and shuddered as under the fascination of some great power.

There's an, oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me.

Passion is a rather frightening thing because if you have passion you don't know where it will take you.

Olympia thinks often about desire - desire that stops the breath, that causes a preoccupied pause in the midst of uttering a sentence - and how it may upend a life and threaten to dissolve the soul.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk

There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

You know what it's like," said Storm, "when you want to--just--pour a woman into a glass and--just-drink her--just drink her down, one gulp, body and soul?

Gabriel pulled her over his body to lie on the bed beside him. His kisses pressed her down into the oblivion of the mattress as her hands explored his chest, his shoulders, his face. "I want to lay my kill at your feet," he said, more growl than words, and held her tight by her hair as he marked her neck with his teeth. She writhed against him. She wanted to bite him, she wanted to rip the flesh from his back, but most terrible of all, she didn't want him to stop. Her back arched, her body shattered, she howled.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.