Simply enjoy life and the great pleasures that come with it.

I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.

gratuitous masturbation
of the
psyche.

This thing about fucking was nice. It gave people extra things to think about.

People always talked about the good clean smell of fresh sweat. They had to make excuses for it. They never talked about the good clean smell of fresh shit. There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit – I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.

If you eliminate smoking and gambling, you will be amazed to find that almost all an Englishman’s pleasures can be, and mostly are, shared by his dog.

It was a pleasure meeting you, even if you are my least favorite vegetable! Take care, Turniphead!

The principle of closure is seeking a release from tension. The more that tension builds, the more we desire to find a resolution. The greater the tension, the greater the pleasure in finding closure…

The appreciation of pleasure can be the anchor of humanity.

When we submit to God’s plans, we can trust our desires. Our assignment is found at the intersection of God’s plan and our pleasures.

Each of us is authentic with abilities and attributes that are unique. God patiently waits for us to do the things that bring us pleasure because that brings Him pleasure.

The proverbial Englishman, we know from old chronicler Froissart, takes his pleasures sadly, and the Englishwoman goes a step further and takes her pleasures in sadness itself.

I had a dream last night about you and me moaning and sweating with naughty pleasure. Just wanted to ask if you could stay in my bedroom tonight to make my dream come true!

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn’t become so obvious yourself.

I was fairly poor
but most of my money went
for wine and
classical music.
I loved to mix the two
together.

What kind of shit was I? I could certainly play some nasty, unreal games. What was my motive? Was I trying to get even for something? Could I keep on telling myself that it was merely a matter of research, a simple study of the female? I was simply letting things happen without thinking about them. I wasn’t considering anything but my own selfish, cheap pleasure. I was like a spoiled high school kid. I was worse than any whore; a whore took your money and nothing more. I tinkered with lives and souls as if they were playthings. How could I call myself a man? How could I write poems? What did I consist of? I was a bush-league de Sade, without his intellect. A murderer was more straightforward and honest than I was. Or a rapist. I didn’t want my soul played with, mocked, pissed on; I knew that much at any rate. I was truly no good. I could feel it as I walked up and down on the rug. No good. The worst part of it was that I passed myself off for exactly what I wasn’t – a good man. I was able to enter people’s lives because of their trust in me. I was doing my dirty work the easy way. I was writing The Love Tale of the Hyena.

Then I gave up trying to please her and simply fucked her, ripping viciously. It was like murder. I didn’t care; my cock had gone crazy.

Our God is in the heavens; He does all that He pleases.

I’m going to have a good time in the shower this morning thinking about what we were doing last night! I love you!

I miss you smothering me with pleasure.

Your heart is going to pulse with complete pleasure tonight.

A strong man does not succumb to pressures, he knows that without pressures he will not find pleasures and so he will not be made.

Divine sovereignty is not the sovereignty of a tyrannical Despot, but the exercised pleasure of One who is infinitely wise and good! Because God is infinitely wise He cannot err, and because He is infinitely righteous He will not do wrong. Here then is the preciousness of this truth. The mere fact itself that God’s will is irresistible and irreversible fills me with fear, but once I realize that God wills only that which is good, my heart is made to rejoice.

You have to sacrifice now for you to feel the pleasures of life in your future.

It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.

Insomniacs exaggerate the pleasures of sleep.

Last night, I repeated your name like a mantra before falling asleep. Somehow the simple pleasure of uttering your name, and the added pleasure of hearing your name was heaven for me and I didn’t go to bed until dawn. Isn’t it odd how your name, a single word associated with you, can bring another person such joy that they inflict insomnia upon themselves and call it a blessing?

If you’re hurt, get a closure asap. Once pus collects in the wound, scratching it gives more pleasure than healing it.

Youth, health and freedom were meant to be enjoyed and I want to try every pleasure before I am too old to enjoy them.

If we have our own why of life, we shall get along with almost any how. Man does not strive for pleasure; only the Englishman does.