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“He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing was…heart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and…

— Charlotte Stein

“Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if…

— Sara Stark

“Her words imbued it with a peculiar fragrance; it was no longer just her private organ, but a treasure, a magic, potent treasure, a…

— Henry Miller

“...she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures…

— Virginia Woolf

“Like many visitors, they had been unnerved by the inimitable creepiness of the Holy Sepulchre, a grimly gaudy, theopathical Turkish bathhouse where their childhood…

— Robert Stone

“Magical properties were attributed to it. Its brew was sipped on the steps of sacrificial temples; its ecstasies were fierce and terrible. Is this…

— Joanne Harris

“We were in Venice at the time of the revels before Lent. I went into the plaza wearing a mask and hood. I saw…

— Alice Randall

“Her flesh was powdery and voluptuously weary, as if tenderized by all the different beds and arms in which she had lain. Her face…

— Dezső Kosztolányi

“She'd just walked into heaven. And her grandmother was right there, in every scent. Sugary and sweet. Herby and sharp. Yeasty and fresh.”

— Sarah Addison Allen

“He would have admired one of those fantastic visions, those magic apparitions one sometimes sees in the great theaters of Europe, in which the…

— José Rizal

“When the smell of her perfume, something that reminded him of faint spicy blossoms and spring, wasn't wreathed in a cloud around him. Maybe…

— Karen Ranney

“He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes.”

— Émile Zola