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What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.
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sex
passion
taboo
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I'm interested in things women do that aren't spoken about. Manto's stories let me breathe. They make me feel like less of a monster.
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literature
women
writing
life
pakistani
saadat-hasan-manto
pakistan
taboo
stories
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Mohsin Hamid |
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It is the desire for irreverence as much as anything else that brought me first to poetry. The need to make fun of authority, break taboos, celebrate the body and its functions, claim that one has seen angels in the same breath as one says that there is no god.
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myth
wisdom
nosology
taboo
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Charles Simic |
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Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness?
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romance
forbidden
excitement
edge
taboo
sweet
pleasure
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Robin Hobb |
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Customs, morals--is there a difference? Woman, do you realize what you are doing? Here, by the grace of God and an inside straight, we have a personality untouched by the psychotic taboos of our tribe--and you want to turn him into a carbon copy of every fourth-rate conformist in this frightened land! Why don't you go whole hog? Get him a brief case and make him carry it wherever he goes--make him feel shame if he doesn't have it.
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taboo
custom
moral
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Robert A. Heinlein |
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In the great meteor shower of August, the Perseid, I wail all day for the shooting stars I miss. They're out there showering down, committing hari-kiri in a flame of fatal attraction, and hissing perhaps into the ocean. But at dawn what looks like a blue dome clamps down over me like a lid on a pot. The stars and planets could smash and I'd never know. Only a piece of ashen moon occasionally climbs up or down the inside of the dome, and our local star without surcease explodes on our heads. We have really only that one light, one source for all power, and yet we must turn away from it by universal decree. Nobody here on the planet seems aware of that strange, powerful taboo, that we all walk about carefully averting our faces, this way and that, lest our eyes be blasted forever.
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nature
spirit
wonder
faith
science
meteors
taboo
sky
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