William Boyd Quotes

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I stopped making movies because I don't like taking my clothes off. Maybe it's realism, but in my opinion, it's utter filth.

Sex and obscenity are not synonymous. Obscene material is material which deals with sex in a manner appealing to prurient interest.

Although readers and viewers tell us that they do not want this filth, that is exactly what they read and tune in to.

My act is a little raunchy. When people come to my club, I have to warn them it isn't Robert from 'Raymond.'

I wanted to do an R-rated cartoon since I watched 1981's 'Heavy Metal.'

The only thing I've ever stolen are hours out of people's lives with meandering conversations.

The table is the only place where we do not get weary during the first hour.

As men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise.

If you do talk dirty, make sure that you enunciate because there's nothing more embarrassing than having to repeat yourself.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

If hours did not hang heavy, what would become of scandal?

I had a very old woman come up to me on the subway and tell me that the faces that I made in the first episode when a guy is going down on me, that she still makes those faces when her husband goes down on her.

I see in my friends that don't have kids, when they come over, and the amount of times our conversation gets interrupted by my children. It's almost jarring.

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

I don't just like sexual double entendres I love them, I stroke them, I milk them, I spank them when they're naughty.

I remember the 'Checkered Demon'. He's this little devil with this three-foot dong that just porks everybody. And that wa s my idea of what sex was about. And I was, "Oh, wow! I can't wait.

The nowadays ruling that no word is unprintable has, I think, done nothing whatever for beautiful letters. ... Obscenity is too valuable a commodity to chuck around all over the place; it should be taken out of the safe on special occasions only.

Do you recall Fred Merriville?” She stared at him. “Fred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?” “The poor fellow has nothing to say: he’s dead, alas!

All who say the same things do not possess them in the same manner; and hence the incomparable author of the Art of Conversation pauses with so much care to make it understood that we must not judge of the capacity of a man by the excellence of a happy remark that we heard him make. Let us penetrate, says he, the mind from which it proceeds. It will oftenest be seen that he will be made to disavow it on the spot, and will be drawn very far from this better thought in which he does not believe, to plunge himself into another, quite base and ridiculous.

If you think communication is all talking, you haven't been listening.

You both passed out,” Percy said. “I don’t know why, but Ella told me not to worry about it. She said you were…sharing?” “Sharing,” Ella agreed. She crouched in the stern, preening her wing feathers with her teeth, which didn’t look like a very effective form of personal hygiene. She spit out some red fluff. “Sharing is good. No more blackouts. Biggest American blackout, August 14, 2003. Hazel shared. No more blackouts.” Percy scratched his head. “Yeah…we’ve been having conversations like that all night. I still don’t know what she’s talking about.

I've been trying to write. I also spent a lot of time on different campuses, in conversation, helping other writers. That's what I do: I teach them writing.

In Hollywood, you've got a hundred people on set, and shooting the sex scene you're wearing nude-toned underwear and tape on your nipples. Nothing is going beyond where you want it to go.

Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.