Quotes About Taste

There's no logical reason to put pumpkin in a cup of coffee.

Newsflash: air quotes are out.

A well-read writer, with good taste, is one who has the command of the wit of other men; he searches where knowledge is to be found; and though he may not himself excel in invention, his ingenuity may compose one of those agreeable books, the deliciæ of literature, that will out-last the fading meteors of his day.

A salad is not a meal. It is a style.

I'm a lousy writer; a helluva lot of people have got lousy taste.

They're trying to understand what space is. That's tough for them. They break distances down into concentrations of chemicals. For them, space is a range of taste intensities.

Life is a thump-ripe melon...it's so sweet and such a mess...

Animals have two functions in today's society, to be delicious and to fit well.

Mm-mm, no, thank you, no, I don't want an enchilaaadaaa. Nor do I want a burr-eye-to. Or a tay-co. Or any other bizarre, unneccessary vowel substitutions.

At least being prosperous set one apart in England; here it guaranteed nothing, not even taste.

Food is music to the body, music is food to the heart.

If you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does.

I also urge you not to wash your hands, face or mouth in between cigarettes. Let the taste and smell stay with you, in your hair, your clothes, hands and face.

Imagine a time before you had ever had chocolate. Going to lectures about chocolate would have been interesting. Reading about chocolate might have increased your appetite. But only tasting chocolate would have really made you understand how good chocolate can be. Only tasting— only experience.

Your taste in film is a quest. You have a palate and you must refine it to match your essence. Never settle and never follow blindly.

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Les paroles d'amour, qui sont toujours les mêmes, prennent le goût des lèvres dont elles sortent.

I eyed her and shrugged my shoulders, wondering how on earth she thought this meal was good, but her wafer-thin body gave her away; not once in her life had she eaten good-tasting food.

What happens: events interiors, snatch them from the cradle, from the source. I want to watch watching arrive. I want to watch arrivances. I want to find the root of needing to eat. And taste it: work of sweat / sleep.

No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.

Careless words have a way of leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.