Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To read more

Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where wretched mortals sigh--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most

It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times

A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times

I want to have fun. I want to shine like the sun. I want to be the one that you read more

I want to have fun. I want to shine like the sun. I want to be the one that you want to see. I want to knit you a sweater. I want to write you a love letter. I want to make you feel better. I want to make you feel free.

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same
inclinations.
[Lat., Velle suuum cuique est, read more

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same
inclinations.
[Lat., Velle suuum cuique est, nec voto vivitur uno.]

Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the read more

Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the sand
beneath your toes
and the seaweed
the sea's legacy?
watching the rise
oer the bay of the moon
and then ascent
of the Sun.. oer neptune?

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more

Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.