I think art is sublimated libido. You canโt be a eunuch priest, and you canโt be a eunuch artist.
Anthony BurgessThen, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.
Anthony Burgess