Please, touch me, I pray.

You can never have too much money.

Good things come to those who wait.

Hypocrites get offended by the truth.

People are sheep. TV is the shepherd.

Friends are the family that you choose.

There's more to the erotic life than explicitness.

My head'll explode if I continue with this escapism.

I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?

The laws governed people's happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.

Boys don't cry-or at least that's what everybody's supposed to believe.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

If money's the god people worship, I'd rather go worship the devil instead.

You may be married to a star, but that doesn't mean they'll treat you like one.

Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.

Now? I'm just another female faking orgasms to make a man not feel so inadequate.

The true Losers in Life, are not those who Try and Fail, but those who Fail to Try.

What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you're so ugly on the inside?

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

The words marriage and divorce were always used together, like they went hand in hand together.

My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.

Follow your heart, Ithilnin," Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half.

Never mind, said Hachiko each day. Here I wait, for my friend who's late. I will stay, just to walk beside you for one more day.

I didn't know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. "They're straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won't die."

Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found "Mr. Right."

That's sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something...real." Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. "Real love, real friends, real body parts...

When our emotional health is in a bad state, so is our level of self-esteem. We have to slow down and deal with what is troubling us, so that we can enjoy the simple joy of being happy and at peace with ourselves.

V-Day...if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for "your loved one" I think it's quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It's all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.

Be patient. Your skin took a while to deteriorate. Give it some time to reflect a calmer inner state. As one of my friends states on his Facebook profile: "The true Losers in Life, are not those who Try and Fail, but those who Fail to Try."

Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don't think so though I'm not sure if I'd like to be and argh I don't think there's anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals.

He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.

Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime-if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more-was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.

Tie me up, please... Chantal said. They looked above at some vines and roots hanging down from the grassy area above the depression in the canal they were standing in. She was in his hands-he had to comply. A little bit of kink was one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures. Catholic school girls were often the horniest-Brett could hardly contain his elation.

I suppose it's not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do - to feel, discuss feelings. So that's what I'm giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff...what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like.

Nin knew how much humans loved money, riches, and material things-though he never really could understand why. The more technologically advanced the human species got, the more isolated they seemed to become, at the same time. It was alarming, how humans could spend entire lifetimes engaged in all kinds of activities, without getting any closer to knowing who they really were, inside.

I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn't just strip away your dignity. It stripped away everything you were: your identity, your self-respect, your pleasure. Because it was all about the pleasure of the other person take, take, taking whatever they wanted from you, even if it was uncomfortable, or caused you pain. Even if you died from it, the other person still wouldn't care, because it was all about them.

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