LOVE: A word properly applied to our delight in particular kinds of food; sometimes metaphorically spoken of the favorite objects of all our appetites.
If I don't have a woman for three days, I get terrible headaches.
What is commonly called love, namely the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate white human flesh.
If only it was as easy to banish hunger by rubbing the belly as it is to masturbate.
I am heat obsessed. I crave the heat in my bedroom.
I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.
It is hard to remember that you are a cherished spiritual being when you're burping up apple fritters and Cheetos.
Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.
This body of ours has one fault: the more you indulge it, the more things it discovers to be essential to it. It is extraordinary how it likes being indulged.
I love music and listen to music all the time, but I didn't realize how much my body needed music. I needed it more than sex.
