Perverse Quotes

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Thomas Mann
“Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.”
Thomas Mann, Death in Venice and Other Tales

Charles Dickens
“. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . .”
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Dennis Sharpe
“We can go somewhere more private if you’d like… Buck” I whisper softly in his ear, pulling back almost as slowly as the wicked grin spreads across my face. His perverse smile hides nothing. I have him now, hook, line and zipper.”
Dennis Sharpe, Blood & Spirits

William Beckford
“The Climber did not interfere. He praised the education I had received, and approved greatly of our immersions, just after birth, by the Sages, adding maliciously that nothing so sharpened the wits as a passion somewhat out of the common. (“The Story of Princess Zulkais and the Prince Kalilah”)”
William Beckford, The Episodes of Vathek

Margaret Way
“Woman, thy name is perversity!”
Margaret Way, Wanita Misterius Owen

J.G. Ballard
“This pool of vomit with its clots of blood like liquid rubies, as viscous and discreet as everything produced by Catherine, still contains for me the essence of the erotic delirium of the car-crash, more exciting than her own rectal and vaginal mucus, as refined as the excrement of a fairy queen, or the minuscule globes of liquid that formed beside the bubbles of her contact lenses. In this magic pool, lifting from her throat like a rare discharge of fluid from the mouth of a remote and mysterious shrine, I saw my own reflection, a mirror of blood, semen and vomit, distilled from a mouth whose contours only a few minutes before had drawn steadily against my penis.”
J.G. Ballard, Crash

Supervert
“Maybe perversion was not illness at all. Maybe every form of deviance was just a potential force of union and community, one that had not yet organized itself into political lobbies, self-help groups, bowling leagues...Once you grant legitimacy to one sexual proclivity, what's to stop the others from demanding their rights too?”
Supervert, Necrophilia Variations

Jennifer L. Armentrout
“Stop calling me that!' I squirmed.

'And you should stop doing that,' he said, his voice rougher, deeper. 'Then again. Please continue. It's the perfect kind of torture.'
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'You're sick.'

'And twisted. Perverse, and dark.' The rough stubble of his chin dragged over my cheek, and my spine arched in response. He seemed to get even close as his fingers spread over mine. 'I'm a lot of things-'

'Murderer?”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

Rieko Yoshihara
“The flower had unexpectedly fallen to the ground at their feet. Rather than picking it up and loving it, they would rather trample it into the mud. Countless numbers had become slaves to that kind of perverse pleasure.”
Rieko Yoshihara, Ai no Kusabi Vol. 1: Stranger

Bob   Smith
“His ready answer impressed me, reiterating my belief that one of the reasons I required a boyfriend was to halve my ignorance and double my chances of understanding the world and myself.”
Bob Smith

Richard von Krafft-Ebing
“When looking out of a window, he became dizzy and anxious. He was a perverse, peculiar, and easily embarrassed man, of bad mental constitution.”
Richard von Krafft-Ebing, Psychopathia Sexualis: A Medico-Legal Study

Emil M. Cioran
“We lived in the country, I went to school, and - an important detail - I slept in my parents' room. At night it was my father's habit to read aloud to my mother. Though he was a Greek Orthodox priest, he would read anything, doubtless assuming that at my age I wouldn't understand. Usually I didn't even listen and fell asleep, unless the text was some gripping story. One night I pricked up my ears. He was reading the scene from a biography of Rasputin where the father, on his deathbed, calls his son to him and says: 'Go to Saint Petersburg and make yourself master of the city, fear nothing and no one, for God is an old hog.'

Such an enormity in my father's mouth, for whom the priesthood was not a joke, impressed me as much as a conflagration or an earthquake. But I also distinctly recall - this was over fifty years ago - that my emotion was followed by a strange, dare I say a perverse pleasure.”
Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born