Georges Bataille Quotes

Sex and obscenity are not synonymous.

When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul.

Although my mother and father were both completely legit, it was all around me, this crime and licentiousness.

Man has learned how to challenge both Nature and art to become the incitements to vice! His very cups he has delighted to engrave with libidinous subjects, and he takes pleasure in drinking from vessels of obscene form!

Whenever he composes a critical review, I have been told, he gets an enormous erection.

She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she selected a bright red negligee to wear so that the blood would not show.

Pornography and obscenity...work by specialism and fragmentation. They deal with a figure without a ground - situations in which the human factor is suppressed in favor of sensations and kicks.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!

I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood.

Yuki: "Is your brain directly wired to perversion?

That's an interesting philosophical question. When your boner goes away, is that one gone... forever?

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

Sex criminals. Completely incurable... I suppose you could outlaw religion and these sex crimes would disappear in a generation or two, but we don't have time for rational solutions.

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

Extremists on all sides thrive, fed by the blood lust of centuries gone by.

The criminal is quite frequently not equal to his deed: he belittles and slanders it.

Your thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect.

I don't believe in nudity for nudity's sake, nothing gratuitous.

Everyone knows the phenomenon of trying to hold your breath underwater - how at first it's alright and you can handle it, and then as it gets closer and closer to the time when you must breathe, how urgent the need becomes, the lust and the hunger to breathe. And then the panic sets in when you begin to think that you won't be able to breathe - and finally, when you take in air and the anxiety subsides...that's what it's like to be a vampire and need blood.

...his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.

profanity and obscenity entitle people who don't want unpleasant information to close their ears and eyes to you.

The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.

There are likable characters in prison. Sometimes the worst criminals are also some of the most charming people.