Uncontrollable Urge Quotes

I'm unbelievably ticklish. When I was a little kid, my sisters would hold me down and tickle me until I peed my pants.

Power is like a drug. The more you use it, the larger doses you need.

When I was 11, I developed a new symptom - the worst one yet: I had to touch people before I talked to them. When I say 'had to,' that's exactly what I mean: if I didn't touch them first, I literally couldn't form the words.

Addiction is when you can't get enough of what you don't want any more.

The writer is a writer because he cannot help it. It is a compulsion.

People have a wild response to something, and they want it. Sometimes people lose themselves.

Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.

It's like heroin: You do a little and you want a little bit more. Raising prices is the easy way.

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.

I'm destined to be attracted to those I cannot defeat.

I can't turn my aggression off and I can't turn it on; it's just instilled in me and that's how I play.

Rock n' roll can get quite overwhelming. You can get caught up in the cycle.

Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittle brush in a dry wind.

If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.

Innovations, instantly followed by a demented lust for them, now arrive with dizzying speed, not just daily, but in one-hour delivery slots.

You'll be back. When the hunger knows no reason! And then you'll need to feed, and you'll need me to show you how.

I was so keen to get back to sea. I was rattled.

Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains.

I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

The thing I can't figure out is why I have an undeniable compulsion to clean public spaces, airplane bathrooms, restaurant flatware, hotel gyms and Chapstick containers... yet I have no desire to make my own bed. Ever. Seriously, who made me, and where am I from?

When a song comes to you, you can't run around it.

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

Reason has not tamed desire: it is as strong as ever.

The demon of intemperance ever seems to have delighted in sucking the blood of genius and of generosity. What one of us but can call to mind some relative more promising in youth than all his fellows, who has fallen a sacrifice to his rapacity?

The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself.