Placket Quotes & Sayings

Fame kills brain cells — Sara Jones

She swallowed and licked her lips. "It's rather good."
He laughed breathlessly. Have care, part of his brain whispered. This way only leads to pain. But his c*ck was pressing hard against the placket of his breeches and he wanted to take her hand and draw her away to his rooms and keep her there until she learned to scream in pleasure.
Until she screamed his name and no other. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Every pleasure's got an edge of pain, pay your ticket and don't complain — Bob Dylan

The most technologically efficient machine that man has ever invented is the book. — Northrop Frye

I have two definitions for the word "magick." The first is knowing that I can effect change through my own will, even behind these bars; and the other meaning is more experiential - seeing beauty for a moment in the midst of the mundane. — Damien Echols

I gave up drinking lots of whiskey and began to practice yoga and meditation. As a result I am not dead. — Billy Childish

I'm the death investigator," the man said in a dry voice. He was wearing gray chinos, plain black walking sneakers, a tucked-in white short-sleeved polo shirt with a pen inserted on the placket, and a gray windbreaker. His head was slightly over-large and his hair was thinning. If he was going for the look of 'quietly angry engineer who will one day explode,' or 'DI by day, super-villain by night,' he had succeeded. — Nina Post

The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history. — Czeslaw Milosz

One by one, she undid the metal buttons. The last one proved difficult, but with a determined tug, it released. His stomach muscles contracted as she reached inside to gently pull out his erection. She had at first thought to remove his trousers, but the sight of him sprawled decadently in the chair, legs spread, the placket open and draping his upper thigh, magnificent c*ck standing at attention . . . No, the trousers would stay exactly where they were. — Evangeline Collins

You don't annoy me." Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. "I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot's been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable ... but also good. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes. I make your feet tingle."
A smile came to his lips. "Among other things. — Lisa Kleypas

Howard Dean has been successful because he was clear in his opposition to the war. People appreciate a politician with the courage to say, I oppose this war. — Bianca Jagger

Unbalanced?"
She nodded vehemently as she lifted her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers.
"Insane. P-positively mad." She opened bleary, lust-hazed eyes to spear him with vibrant blue. "What are you doing to me?"
He captured her mouth in a heavy, drugging kiss, using his free hand to undo the placket of his trousers. "Loving you," he whispered against her lips. He stroked his fingers inside her, shuddering along with her as she clenched once, tellingly, around him.
"Just loving you, Moira. — Edie Harris

In this crucible of wickedness the true greatness of Mormon shines like a star. — Hugh Nibley