We're going to finally wrassle to the ground this gigantic orgasm that is just out of control.
Passionately commenting on the prospect of a Balanced Budget Amendment eliminating the deficit:
I want to be ripped apart by music.
I gallop and jump and ride young horses with intense pleasure.
Salter is a writer who particularly rewards those for whom reading is an intense pleasure. He is among the very few North American writers all of whose work I want to read, whose as-yet-unpublished books I wait for impatiently.
When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.
I've wanted to feel pleasure to the point of insanity. They call it getting high, because it's wanting to know that higher level, that godlike level. You want to touch the heavens, you want to feel glory and euphoria, but the trick is it takes work. You can't buy it, you can't get it on a street corner, you can't steal it or inject it or shove it up your ass, you have to earn it.
Great sex is apocalyptic. There is no such thing as great sex unless you have an apocalyptic moment.
After 10 years of eating vegetarian, I tried my boyfriend's. I was overwhelmed. It was orgasmic.
What intelligent being, what being capable of responding emotionally to a beautiful sight, can look at the jagged, silvery lunar crescent trembling in the azure sky, even through the weakest of telescopes, and not be struck by it in an intensely pleasurable way, not feel cut off from everyday life here on Earth and transported toward that first step on celestial journeys?
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.
I am definitely feeling 'intimate.' I'm kind of unstoppable at the moment! Like the big 'O' is like the biggest 'O' ever.
If by happiness you mean ecstasy ... Yes, I've known ecstasy, and it's a blessing to be able to say it because those who can say it are very few. But ecstasy doesn't last long and is seldom if ever repeated.
Deep, bone-melting pleasure surged through Kira’s subconscious as he thrust forward again, almost causing her to shout at the crash of rapture filling her. “That is what I feel when I’m inside you.” His voice was low, eyes lit up with blinding green. “And you will feel every measure of the same, I promise.
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.
I don’t want to sound like I’m on dope, but that hour is a high; it’s as good as you can feel. A wonderful, wonderful happiness, and great power.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Ecstasy is what everyone craves - not love or sex, but a hot-blooded, soaring intensity, in which being alive is a joy and a thrill. That enravishment doesn't give meaning to life, and yet without it life seems meaningless.
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
The exercise of all the senses is as intense pleasure, as anyone will find, who recovers the use of one after being deprived of it.
My, I felt this thrill going up my leg. I mean, I don't have that too often.
Tie me up, tie me down, make me moan real loud.
There is a need for subjects who find intense pleasure in commodification of violence and a culture of cruelty.
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
They say it's better than sex. It's so much better. It's amazing.
One man's piss-soaked sadomasochistic orgy is another man's poetic ecstasy.