Terry Pratchett Quotes

First, she wanted to taste the sweat that shone on his throat and fragile clavicle; then he chose to undo the tails of her shirt, that she had tied up beneath her breasts; then, but then impatient they forgot about taking turns and quarreled silently, eagerly over each other, like pirates dividing treasure long sought, long imagined, long withheld.

'Love Letter' reminds me of 'Chocolate Factory' and 'Happy People.' It's a little bit of both of those, yeah. I just wanted it to be classy, man. And romantic. And maybe 10 percent sexy.

It's interesting to fantasize having a man sink his teeth into your neck for sustenance, knowing that it isn't going to be terribly painful but rather very exciting.

There's something about a humid, dusky evening that's kind of sexy.

I'm a real romantic.

Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

Erotica is using a feather; pornograpy is using the whole chicken.

The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.

Been making love for hours and, baby, we're still going strong. Girl, this night is ours and I swear I feel it coming on. All I know is when we get through, I ain't going to be able to move.

I think there's an innate sexuality that is attached to vampires and werewolves. It's passionate and sexual, undeniably so.

Kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.

The intercourse of the sexes, I have dreamed, is incredibly beautiful, too fair to be remembered. I have had thoughts about it, but they are among the most fleeting and irrecoverable in my experience.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings.

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,You are soft as the nesting dove.Come to my heart and bring it restAs the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

To me, the big difference is when you yell cut and then you have to walk over there and deliver a note, it gives it much more import as opposed to "Hey, try that." It's just much more intimate, I think.

You've made love to my mind, now you gotta take me from behind.

A good nude photograph can be erotic, but certainly not sentimental or pornographic.

I bruise easily so be gentle when you handle me.

Every day is Valentine's Day! I'm a hopeless romantic.

Professors rarely speak of the place of eros or the erotic in our classrooms. Trained in the philosophical context of Western metaphysical dualism, many of us have accepted the notion that there is a split between the body and the mind. Believing this, individuals enter the classroom to teach as though only the mind is present, and not the body.

There's always been a potential erotic possibility with objects.

Baby, shut up and let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup.

I think because of these big issues of life and death that maybe sex feels like a crass question. But for Christ sake, this is a book that is so interested in an elemental human condition. And one of the ideas about surrender is an erotic surrender, too. These folks are surrendered by destiny; they surrender to each other in certain moments, but there is a lot of erotic surrender.

The nose is surely one of the most impressionable, if not positively erotic, of all our unruly members.

Squander your riches far from this unfeeling body to which no season, either spiritual or sensual, makes any difference.