She finally understood that sex was never about orgasms. Sex was merely a vehicle to achieve connection. It wasn't the destination that mattered - only the journey.

The pleasure of living and the pleasure of the orgasm are identical. Extreme orgasm anxiety forms the basis of the general fear of life.

Only the liberation of the natural capacity for love in human beings can master their sadistic destructiveness.

You bitch, I whispered, I love you. Then I came.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

The religion of orgasm: utilitarianism projected into sex life; efficiency versus indolence; coition reduced to an obstacle to be got past as quickly as possible in order to reach an ecstatic explosion, the only true goal of love-making and of the universe.

Now piercèd is her virgin zone;She feels the foe within it.She hears a broken amorous groan,The panting lover's fainting moan,Just in the happy minute.

I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.

Sexual thrills are not all physical, and although Parlabane was an unlikely seducer, even on the intellectual plane, it was clear that his desire was, by this prolonged tickling, to bring me to an orgasm of the mind.

BEL-IMPERIA: Oh let me go; for in my troubled eyesNow may'st thou read that life in passion dies.HORATIO: Oh stay a while, and I will die with thee;So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquered me.

No woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor.

It must be something voluntary, something self induced - like getting drunk, or talking yourself into believing some piece of foolishness because it happens to be in the Scriptures. And then look at their idea of what's normal. Believe it or not, a normal human being is one who can have an orgasm and is adjusted to society. It's unimaginable! No question about what you do with your orgasms. No question about the quality of your feelings and thoughts and perceptions. And then what about the society you're supposed to be adjusted to? Is it a mad society or a sane one? And even if it's pretty sane, is it right that anybody should be completely adjusted to it?

She's had a long life. Now she's going to the Lord. Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things like that, Simon said. It shouldn't. If you don't like 'Lord,' pick another word. She's going home. She's going back to the party. Whatever you like. I suppose you have some definite ideas about an afterlife. Sure. We get reabsorbed into the earthly and celestial mechanism. No heaven? That's heaven. What about realms of glory? What about walking around in golden slippers? We abandon consciousness as if we were waking from a bad dream. We throw it off like clothes that never fit us right. It's an ecstatic release we're physically unable to apprehend while we're in our bodies. Orgasm is our best hint, but it's crude and minor by comparison.