Katharine Elizabeth Fullerton Gerould Quotes

No sex is better than bad sex.

Sex is better than talk. Ask anybody in this bar. Talk is what you suffer through so you can get to sex.

The truth is, sex doesn't mean that much to me now.

Perhaps the promise of phallus is always dissatisfying in some way.

It is perfectly possible to get what you think you want and be miserable. It's possible too, to never get it but deeply enjoy the process of trying. In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

I try to have sex as much as I can.

The sexual act - thinking about the sexual act, the telling about the sexual act, after the sexual act, is so much more important than the actual sexual act - just in time. It's like of the whole sexual act, you probably spend 95% of the time thinking about it, talking about it afterwards. The actually sexual act, especially when you're 17, is minutes.

The more I think about sex, the better it gets!

Someone told me you start liking sex when you hit 30--but we'll see.

I wish," I said. "I could save orgasms in a jar for when I need them, because I think I have a few extra.

To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime.

The orgasm has replaced the Cross as the focus of longing and the image of fulfillment.

Life can be swamped by sex very easily if sex is not normally satisfied.

I'm all for sex. Seven nights a week. Days, too.

No matter how much you know, no matter how much you think, no matter how much you plot and you connive and you plan, you're not superior to sex. It's a very risky game.... It's sex that disorders our normally ordered lives.

Sex is one of the three best things out there, and I don't even know what the other two are.

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

The cookie is the critical part. It's a word I created for sex and you've got to give a man all three things. If you miss one out, he is going to find it somewhere else.

Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

The human being places sexual intercourse above all other joys, but leaves it out of his heaven.

What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you...every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates.

Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is incendiary. I leave him in an unquenchable fever.

Sex is logically impossible after marriage. You have to overcome the paradox of Not this again, and Hey, where did you learn that?

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.