“Sexual healing is good for me.”

I’m hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.

There are still times I feel unhappy and I must smile, and there are times I want to cry and I must laugh people rarely see the real Marvin Gaye.

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.

Give out some love and you’ll find peace sublime.

Music, not sex, got me aroused.

For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.

Detroit turned out to be heaven, but it also turned out to be hell.

I’ve never had any problems with women. Having been one of the world’s greatest womanizers they’ve probably had more problems with me.

If you escape from people too often,, you wind up escaping from yourself.

Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?

I wish that being famous helped prevent me from being constipated.

I am not a star. At least, I don’t consider myself a star.

Ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t no valley low enough, ain’t no river wide enough, to keep me from getting to you.

War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate.

And givin’ yourself to me can never be wrong.

An artist, if he is truly an artist, is only interested in one thing and that is to wake up the minds of men, to have mankind and womankind realize that there is something greater than what we see on the surface.

People are interested in their own sexuality and they’ve always reflected it in their art. End of story.

The sexuality doesn’t end. It really doesn’t. You’re sexual your whole life, if you’re a sexual person.

The Samoan puts the burden of amatory success upon the man and believes that women need more initiating, more time for maturing of sexual feeling. A man who fails to satisfy a woman is looked upon as a clumsy, inept blunderer.

I never said I was gay, because I don’t think anyone is.

It was extremely important to show that Wilde’s sexuality was not just some intellectual idea. It was real, and it was about the human body. To just have mentioned it and not shown it would have been, I think, peculiar and wrong.

It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.

I am not a prisoner of my sexuality like men younger than myself although I write about being a prisoner.

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.