I’m talking to you in bed at one in the morning. How mad can I be?”I picture him there, in what, flannel pajamas? Underwear? Nothing at all?

Do the thing you fear, and the death of your underwear is certain

My foggy brain slid away and— And I was still dressed in only my bra and panties. Well, at least it’s a nice set of bra and panties. Yep, these were the thoughts going through...

A commune of library employees in Moscow created an “extreme” commune in which all clothing – including undergarments – was collectivized. According to Mehnert, if a communard preferred to wear his or her own underclothes...

Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day.

Victorian rigidities were such that ladies were not even allowed to blow out candles in mixed company, as that required them to pucker their lips suggestively. They could not say that they were going “to...

I have long seen my spirituality as personal, to the degree that I harbor a slight mistrust for anyone who practices similarly. It is as though they are admitting to have on the same cut...

I do have a lucky pair of underwear.

Our underwear used to just be cotton, but we wanted to see if we could create something out of synthetics.

No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it’s meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author’s brains out.

I’m the master of distractions. A couple of hand gestures and BAM! I’ll pull the underwear clean off your butt.

As a general rule. it’s a comfort issue, literally and metaphorically. And intimacy issue. It’s a big step, putting on foreign underwear. Like betrayal, or emigration.

Do not fear facing people without your pants; the world is dirtier than your underwear.

Nothing is ever free even a torn and worn underwear.