Books Quote by Ross King

“I already began to inspire the men with love. My breast began to take its right form, and such a breast! white, firm, and…

— Voltaire

“Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose…

— Sir Muhammad Iqbal Allama Iqbal

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Obscurely awaited, immanent and concealed, it rouses to such a paroxysm, at the moment when at last it makes itself felt, those other pleasures…

— Marcel Proust

“This torn typography of healed glyphs a stuttered ancient alphabet in skin spells warrior tales of battles lost and gained and homecomings hard won…

— Munro Sickafoose

“Love the stale glitter on your tired face and the tangled bird’s nest you call hair. Love your wobbly messiness, bad grammar, and sailor…

— Tanya Markul

“The touch of your fingers grazing mine delicate as a single drop of wine in a crystal goblet. Rolling it round, I savor it…

— Anonymous

“I have inherited fragrance of classic books. Drilling the wall for light, hair tied to a beam in fear of drowsing, I wrest from…

— Lisa See

“The broads are fantastic…the bulging breasts of these savage wenches who move with graceful twists. Since I have come to L.A. I have not…

— Oscar Zeta Acosta

“Words are nothing more than the sky, crying, thunderous crystalline bolts of pure esoteric passion from the deepest crevices that hide beneath my rib-cage…

— Susan Marie

“What? Do you dare smile and suggest for a moment that just because of the Absence between us I cannot make myself vivid to…

— Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

“I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers…

— Sarah J. Maas