Mary McCarthy Quotes

The main thing to remember is that making love is at onces the silliest and the most sacred act humans can perform.

I didn't understand that when you make love, you actually do MAKE love. Stir things. Affect each other. The breath that escapes from me is dazzled. He breathes it in with a gasp.

Make love when you can. It's good for you.

When you make love, you must be making love.

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.

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

a lot of brothers don't understand. When it comes to making love, reciprocity is everything.

No act can be quite so intimate as the sexual embrace.

Sex isn't hard, but intimacy is terrifying.

Everyone is having sex until they fall in love. When you fall in love, then it's making love.

There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

Sex deepens love and love deepens sex, so physical intimacy transforms everything and playing with it is playing with fire.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.

Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

I don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak.

The more you think that you are watching a show about sex, the more you ultimately are watching a show about the challenges of just connecting with human beings and being intimate.

The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust.

Sex makes you get real.

But obviously, things have changed in many ways since the '50s, when the show is started, in terms of sexuality, and how much access we have to images of it and information about it. But, the same problems always apply. It doesn't matter whether we know a lot more about sex now or if there's a lot more access to it. The same problems of intimacy, of dealing with other people, of connecting and being vulnerable with other people, which is what the show is ultimately about, still applies now, I think.

It's the right time of the night for making love.

Poetry and painting are done in the same way you make love; it's an exchange of blood, a total embrace - without caution, without any thought of protecting yourself.