Oratory is just like prostitution: you must have little tricks.
I'd rather be in Las Vegas 104 degrees than New York 90 degrees, you know why? Legalized prostitution. In any weather that takes the edge off.
Everyone knows that our current system is kind of like legalized prostitution. The corporate sector completely controls the civic sector.
Actually, if my business was legitimate, I would deduct a substantial percentage for depreciation of my body.
Why is it immoral to be paid for an act that is perfectly legal if done for free?
I cannot understand how a man can appear in print claiming to disbelieve everything that he presupposes when he puts on the surplice. I feel it is a form of prostitution.
Madonna is closer to organised prostitution than anything else.
The desire for success lubricates secret prostitution in the soul.
Parliamentarianism means putting political prostitution in barracks.
How is it that we have sodomy protected under that due process but prostitution unprotected? It's schizophrenic.
Prostitution is criminal, and bad things happen because it's run illegally by dirt-bags who are criminals. If it's legal, then the girls could have health checks, unions, benefits, anything any other worker gets, and it would be far better.
Prostitutes have feelings; they are very human. They hurt, bleed cry and laugh just like you and me. To the people that want to legalize prostitution: Let me ask you a question. If you want to legalize it, would you now let your daughterniecegrand daughtersister do this? Why not sign them up for what you want legalized? And if not, WHY not? Does it make them too human for you now?
It is a melancholy truth, that a suppression of the press could not more completely deprive the nation of its benefits than is done by its abandoned prostitution to falsehood.
Prostitution, although hounded, imprisoned, and chained, is nevertheless the greatest triumph of Puritanism.
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
Prostitutes are the inevitable product of a society that places ultimate importance on money, possessions, and competition.
I hope that the relationship of the title to the novel [ What Belongs To You] gets more complex with each section of the book: that maybe it begins by resonating with the question of prostitution - to what extent can a body be commodified, what exactly are you renting or purchasing when you pay for sex - and deepens over the course of the book to address larger questions of ownership and belonging.
Many a marriage hardly differs from prostitution, except being harder to escape from.
Besides prostitution, magic is one of the oldest art forms that exist.
I like prostitution. My heart has never failed to pound at the sight of one of those provocatively dressed women walking in the rain under the gaslamps, just as the sight of monks in their robes and girdles touches some ascetic, hidden corner of my soul.