I don't think people should be fed mesclun salad and chicken breast. My grandmother would serve grits and oxtail stew at a formal dinner, and if you didn't like it, well then you ate more beans or you went home and ate a peanut butter and jelly sandw...
When I was writing my dissertation, I wrote about Freud and the process of sublimation, which is when you learn to stop breast-feeding, or stop going to the toilet whenever you want to. It's about learning to repress a desire for instant gratificatio...
People make jokes about my bosoms, why don't they look underneath the breasts at the heart? It's obvious I've got big ones and if people want to assume they're not mine, then let them.
My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life: blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk; She cradles in her arms a lifetime of love and sorrow; Its brilliance nearly blinds me.
Felicity, the companion of content, is rather found in our own breasts than in the enjoyment of external things; and I firmly believe it requires but a little philosophy to make a man happy in whatever state he is.
When they [breasts] are huge, you become very self-conscious...I've learned something though, through my years of pondering and pontificating, and that is: men love them, and I love that.
Michelle: [showing her breasts posing for Jack's photograph] What? Jack Burridge: [laughing] You're fucking nuts. Carry on. Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!
Rob: It was as if breasts were little pieces of property that had been unlawfully annexed by the opposite sex. They were rightfully ours and we wanted them back.
[John is rehearsing a raunchy sex scene with his hands on Judy's breasts] John: It's Junction 13 that's just murder, isn't it? Total gridlock this morning.
Hanging Lady: No wonder you're upset. She's lovely. And a darling figure... supple, pouting breasts... firm thighs. It's a shame you two don't get along.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
A very beautiful young woman once asked me to sign her breasts. That was back when I was a hip young thing - it's been all downhill since then.
Allah herşeyi görüyorsa niçin bütün dertleri bir tek kişinin omuzlarına yüklüyor? Bir parça insaflı olamaz mı?
The earlier, the more fun. Why put it off? It’s the atomic age!
It was Disney World fused with Cancerland.
Cancer can touch you, but not your soul; neither your thoughts, nor your heart.
You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.
but there was no denying her smile. That smile could end wars and cure cancer.
The great cancer facing all of us during this ‘new millennium’ is entitlement.
Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown...
A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.
