Quotes About Taste

This is not a lie: Memory has the taste and texture of cooked meat. Eat it and live. Remember, but only what it is licit to remember. In Aerograd, the word for meat and memory are the same.

September had only had coffee once, when her Aunt Margaret had snuck her a sip while her mother wasn't looking. It tasted bitter, but wild and strange. She rather wanted to taste it again.

I ate sugared plums with a fork of sparrow bones; the marrow left salt in the fruit and the strange, thick taste of a thing once alive in all that sugar. When I asked my father why I should taste these bones along with the sweetness of the candied plums, he told me very seriously that I must always remember that sugar was once alive.

Even though Jäger tastes like if you put a gun to a licorice plant and threatened it until it peed.

The tips of his fingers glistened with the lamb grease from my cheek. I brought them to my lips and licked them, slowly, one by one.

chacun à son goût?

Of course it is. How do you think artists become known? Critics, dealers—they are the people who develop the public taste. Without them, we starve.

Who has never tasted what is bitter does not know what is sweet.

I'm into very colorful food. Obviously lots of flavor, but I think we eat with our eyes first, so it has to look great. The presentation has to be great.

I'm not too into fast food, but you know if I was, it would be chicken.

Doom. You recognize Doom easily. It's a feeling and a taste, and it's black, and it's very heavy. It comes down over your head, and wraps tentacles around you, and sinks long dirty fingernails into your heart. It has a stink of burning garbage.

On the road, I eat hamburgers every day. The team tries to get me to eat differently, but no. Burgers, burgers, burgers. I like burgers. McDonald's burgers. Wendy's burgers. Burger King burgers. There's this one place in Canada--I even look at the schedule to find out when we play there--best burger I've ever tasted. Real soft and sweet. I ate twelve of them in one night.

Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

There is nothing worse than imagination without taste.

Mi piace l'arrosto e del fumo non so che farne

The taste of the wine (1) had a sweet taste (2) when I took a taste (3), which was too strong for my taste (4) and therefore not to my taste (5), though I may not have the best taste (6) when compared with your taste (7).

I suppose your security is your success and your key to success is your fine palate.

eh! All of you! come here!! taste it! taste it, taste it, taste it!!!

[A]utumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling. She occupied her mind as much as possible in such like musings and quotations...

People who drink light beer don't like the taste of beer — they just like to pee a lot.

If beer tastes too much of cheer, well then it borders on porter.

How do I like my eggs? In a cake!

In America you can buy bucket-sized cups of coffee in any flavor you like other than coffee-flavor.

I like her bitter as I can git 'er, along with a piece of pie.