Booyakasha Song Quotes & Sayings

Speak of the appetite for drink; or of a bon-vivant's relish for dinner! What are these mere animal throes and ragings compared with those fantasies of taste, of those yearning of the imagination, of those insatiable appetites of intellect, which bewilder a student in a great bookseller's temptation-hall. — Henry Ward Beecher

I was no longer in the game to meet women; I was in the game to lead men. — Neil Strauss

Crave for a thing, you will get it. Renounce the craving, the object will follow you by itself. — Sivananda Saraswati

There are very religious people who write comics and who love comics. — G. Willow Wilson

You see, love isn't just something you feel. Love is something you become. It's like - going to a new country, and realizing that you never particularly liked the place you left behind. It's like a sort of tingling and - oh, I don't know - when she smiles I just want to start clapping or something. — Anthony Capella

When we travel for research our strategy is to simply move from kitchen to kitchen. It's truly a wonderful way to travel - food shopping, cooking and eating in one home for lunch and then another for dinner. The process of cooking takes us immediately into the rituals and rhythms of daily life and also places us firmly in the position of learners. We were meet with incredible generosity by all of the families we ate with. — Jon Rubin

We are afraid that we have not lived.
We are not afraid of dying. — Allen Tate

Alice says she can't explain herself because she's not herself, she knows who she was this morning but she changed several times since then. — Emma Donoghue

The Hillary Clinton story basically is this. And see how similar this sounds to the old days before the modern era of feminism raised its head. You're a girl, you're a young woman, what do you do? You go off to college. That's what she did. Why do you go? To meet your husband. That's what she did. She wouldn't be where she is if it weren't for her husband. — Rush Limbaugh

He was inside her, not just her soaked pussy, but in all the complex turbulent and dark mazes that were Marguerite. He wanted to be there forever, wanted to keep her safe and unafraid, give her pleasure and happiness. — Joey W. Hill