You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?...'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche...or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.
You can't make footprints in the sands of time if you're sitting on your butt. And who wants to make buttprints in the sands of time?
Such is the irresistible nature of truth that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing.
So far I haven't heard of anybody who wants to stop living on account of the cost.
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.
When a man comes to me for advice, I find out the kind of advice he wants, and I give it to him.
Society is produced by our wants and government by our wickedness.
You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
You can't deny laughter. When it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
Kat laughed. 'Who wants to live forever?' Kish put his hand up. 'For the record, I do.' Sin scowled at him. 'Then why do you irritate me so often?' Suicidal tendencies are inherent in my species?