Quotes About Taste

I happen to have an obsession with Korean food.

I have an obsession with ketchup! I have it with everything.

Although I certainly do love animals, I have to admit that I also love eating them. (Particularly cows. And chickens. And the occasional lamb).

You know," he laughed easily, "with all the goddam drinkin' Ah've done, Ah still can't remember the taste of it unless Ah got the bottle right with me.

Finally he said, "I like everything that wild Irish maniac, J. P. Donleavy, ever wrote." It wasn't so much a discussion as a sharing of taste. He also liked The Agony and the Ecstasy and Lust for Life by Irving Stone.

I didn't know that I was going to have to eat my own words,' objected Milo. 'Of course, of course, everyone here does,' the king grunted. 'You should have made a tastier speech.

Fashion anticipates ... elegance is a state of mind.

You talk so sweet I bet you have to suck on salt for half and hour to get the taste of sugar out of your mouth.

The refreshments leave something to be desired." "Like what?" asked Banshee. "Refreshments," said Ezekiel.

I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.

This wallpaper is dreadful, one of us will have to go.

I'm a man of simple tastes. I'm always satisfied with the best.

There are two ways to dislike poetry: One is to dislike it; the other is to read Pope.

Good taste is the excuse I've always given for leading such a bad life

Muffins should always be eaten quite calmly, as it is the only way to eat them!

le mauvais goût mène au crime (Thaddeus Sholto)

This gave me an early taste for humorous authors, of which there were—and are—far too few (though there are lots who labor under the misapprehension that they're funny.)

Dont you just love the taste of ozone? Like a fucking zinc milkshake.

He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.

He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence.

Fox could've kissed him on the mouth just to taste the smile on his lips. Forbidden. She'd almost forgotten.

The hate he felt still tasted like love, but that didn't tame it.

Sommige boeken proef je, andere verslind je, en slechts enkele kauw je, en verteer je helemaal.

Wealth hung awkwardly on some people, gave rise to perversions of taste and common sense: fad diets and Tae Bo and shit-in-milk-jug art exhibits. Some people were better off poor.