It is not I who have been consigned to the bedroom of history.

There’s only one way you can appreciate me in the bedroom—call my wife and get permission for me.

Dinner was good. The conversation was great, but the food was bad, so it averaged out. I wish I were as good in bed as I am in the kitchen.

I got to bed later than most people to see the moon in the night sky. And wake up earlier than most people to watch the Sunrise.

Ode to the Chamber…linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove…

It doesn’t matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don’t do it in the street and frighten the horses.

Almost everybody gets tired and bored by one lackadaisical topic. If you hit them with something delicious, like a sexy adventure, then the world will want to hear you speak, mind you! Don’t become a...

Now I’m going to learn all about you.

A horny man is seen. A horny woman is heard.

My bedroom is a fridge with a window, because I can’t sleep unless it’s cold. I cuddle like warm meatloaf, but hardly ever with warm meatloaf.

You are like a god, like an immortal one,’ she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. ‘Oh, my love,’...

Drop by and knock on my bedroom window. My room is on the 13th floor. 1-12 are numbers on a clock, and I won’t wait forever.

I’d always want to decorate my bedroom. I needed visuals and to be stimulated by things. I’m still like that. It’s the way I see the world.

I want a one-bedroom house with cup holders. I want to live in my car, and make the road my home.

We have the best rats in town!

I have a bedroom rug that I feed. It’s not very flat, and it meows when I step on it.

If I had a necklace made out of tiny suns, I’d only wear it at night when you could really see it. Sadly, I don’t have a necklace like that. The closest thing I have...