I've become more and more comfortable with occasionally dressing sexier, but I still hope to express a 'cool' type of sensuality.
I suppose everything I do has sexual undertones, but I don't set out to make everything about sex. My clothes are more about sensuality. What I do is dress and beautify the body. My feeling is, if you have something beautiful, then show it.
Nudity is the costume of lovers and corpses.
Call me Sunshine, pussy spread like the rainbow.
Nothing makes me happier than dancing. It transforms me. It's the only time I let out what is inside and I feel completely sensual and sexy and alive.
People have done pornographic pictures forever, but most of the people who involve themselves in explicit sexuality aren't really artists.
Romanian is a very beautiful, sensual, poetic language.
Sex in a dance is in the eyes of the beholder.
The kiss is a wordless articulation of desire whose object lies in the future, and somewhat to the south.
I don't want you to cook my bread, I don't want you to make my bed. I don't want you to because I'm sad and blue, I just want to make love to you.
For me a nude photograph should be erotic, not devoid of emotion. The body is a sensual thing, sensuality being one of its most beautiful and meaningful qualities.
The kind of poetry that interests me is intellectual and moral and political and sexual and sensual - all of that fermenting together. It can speak to people who have themselves felt like monsters and say: you are not alone, this is not monstrous. It can disturb and enrapture.
A cat is incredibly physical, and as a performer, I'm physical. If I feel emotions, they move through my body in a way that is sensual. I'm not necessarily in control of that.
Of course, Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance.
Sex and writing live on playful cruelties.
Sensuality, too, which used to show itself course, smiling, unmasked, and unmistakable, is now serious, analytic, and so burdened with a sense of its responsibilities that it passes muster half the time as a new type of asceticism.
The art of an actress is sublimated sexuality. But off the stage the fire must be able to reconvert the steam into body.
