Primitive Urges Quotes

Instincts and fundamentals take over sometimes.

We may be human, but we're still animals.

We're all just animals. That's all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That's where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.

It is a difficult matter to argue with the belly since it has no ears.

I think by and large, humans prefer to think of themselves as minds from the neck up. We don't really like to think of ourselves as another animal, another digesting, excreting, mating, snoring, sleeping kind of sack of guts. I don't think we like that. I think we'd rather not be reminded of it.

I know what I'm doing, just show me somebody naked.

There are four basic human needs; food, sleep, sex and revenge.

When people have to choose between civilization and warm genitals, they choose warm genitals

What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.

You cannot control the primitive urges and hormones that drive your eating behavior.

Sex is the point of contact between man and nature, where morality and good intentions fall to primitive urges.

There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately, purposefully, the wilderness made flesh, their teeth yellow, their breath a-stink, while in the distance their owners witter, "He's an old soppy really, just poke him if he's a nuisance," and in the green of their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker.

We are civilized human beings, but we're all animals deep down, and that creates a certain friction in all of us.

Man is guided by the stomach. He walks and the stomach goes first and the head afterwards. Have you not seen that? It will take ages for the head to go first.

The natural man has only two primal passions, to get and to beget.

There's something really interesting about how human beings just want to see animals tear each other apart, maybe because we can't do it.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

I suppose there is something in all of us that harks back to the soil. When you come to think of it, what are picnics but outcroppings of instinct? No one really enjoys them or expects to enjoy them, but with the first warm days some prehistoric instinct takes us out into the woods, to fry potatoes over a strangling wood fire or spend the next week getting grass stains out of our clothes. It must be instinct; every atom of intelligence warns us to stay at home near the refrigerator.

It's weird... people say they're not like apes. Now how do you explain football then?

People ... have tried to evoke God or devil to justify them in what their glands insisted upon.

All men hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, SEX, blah, blah, blah, FOOD, blah, blah, blah, BEER.

It is impossible to abolish either with a law or an axe the desires of men.