Sex is rearing its interesting head.

If these two are tired of having sex with each other, what hope is there for the rest of us?

People who love science fiction really do love sex.

A widespread taste for pornography means that nature is alerting us to some threat of extinction.

Really, other one-pop variations of sex pale after it goes cosmic. And there is an abundance of fake or imitation sex around.

The scheduled execution of one of the most abominable criminals of the age degenerated into the largest orgy the world had seen since the second century before Christ.

How much good it would do if one could exterminate the human race.

A healthy young man can produce in a week or two enough spermatozoa to double the human population of the Earth. So is masturbation mass murder? How about nocturnal emissions or just plain sex? When the unfertilized egg is expelled each month, has someone died? Should we mourn all those spontaneous miscarriages?

Modern men and women are obsessed with the sexual; it is the only realm of primordial adventure still left to most of us. Like apes in a zoo, we spend our energies on the one field of play remaining; human lives otherwise are pretty well caged in by the walls, bars, chains, and locked gates of our industrial culture.

The world keeps ending but new people too dumb to know it keep showing up as if the fun's just started.

Without its assiduity to the ridiculous, would the human race have lasted more than a single generation?

In the twentieth century, nowhere on Earth was sex so vigorously suppressed as in America — -and nowhere else was there such a deep interest in it.

The promotion of homosexuality may lead to the eventual destruction of the human race.

Many of us pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that we hurry past it.