Analytics Related Quotes & Sayings

I have a twelve year old sex doll. Brand new. — Anthony Jeselnik

The purpose of life is to increase the warm heart. — Dalai Lama

Would that I were still a ludicrous character in his lousy book! — Philip Roth

The final outcome cannot be known, either to the originator of a new theory, or to his colleagues and critics, who are bent on falsifying it. Thus, the scientific innovator may feel all the more lonely and uncertain. — Peter D. Mitchell

There's a power at work here, something beyond our understanding. You can call it what you like. It doesn't need a name, because it knows yours, my friend. — Justin Cronin

I thought about our make-out sessions. I compared them to the best sex I'd had thus far, and Alex won, probably because, with Alex, everything took hours. He was a savorer, a relisher. He took his time, used my body to experiment, determined that every inch must be tasted - every inch but the very center.
You know, the best inch. — Penny Reid

History is a bucket of ashes. — Samuel Butler

Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind — Gaston Leroux

I edited that [men's adventure] stuff, I read it all. I went from that to The Saturday Evening Post. The very first day at the Post, I edited a piece by John O'Hara and Hannah Arendt. She said, 'Come on, vat are you doink?'

"I said, 'You're okay Arendt, but you're no Walter Kaylin. — Mel Shestack

Your facial lips and the butterfly lips of your vagina are connected by a fine invisible circuit. When you take a hard cock into your mouth, the feeling of pleasure zips in pulsing waves down through your body and rings the bell of your clitoris. The vulva swells with blood and the sensation is carnal, exquisite, the essence of femininity. — Chloe Thurlow

But she knew beyond both hope and vanity that men had changed, and the world with them, because the unicorns were gone. — Peter S. Beagle

Sometimes friendships are hard. — R.J. Palacio

When men have no vices, she thought, it's very difficult to guess what might make them happy. — Michel Houellebecq

The Ripe Fig
Now that You live here in my chest,
anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.
And those other images,
which have enchanted people
like porcelain dolls from China,
which have made men and women weep
for centuries, even those have changed now.
What used to be pain is a lovely bench
where we can rest under the roses.
A left hand has become a right.
A dark wall, a window.
A cushion in a shoe heel,
the leader of the community!
Now silence. What we say
is poison to some
and nourishing to others.
What we say is a ripe fig,
but not every bird that flies
eats figs. — Rumi