Quotes About Taste

I listen to classic albums that I ain't gotta fast forward. If I gotta fast forward it three times, I don't like your music. Well, not your music, not your album. Yeah, I don't like your album.

I don't like the taste of alcohol.

You know what, Nickelback's alright.

There's no way for me to anticipate what people will like or not like.

I have no particular interest in antiquities or antiques, but I like things to meet a certain aesthetic.

It's been made apparent I have a good eye for style and fashion.

Apparently my taste is that of a 13-year-old girl. Not really. But my taste is commercial.

I'm not much of a musical-goer; they don't really appeal to me.

I definitely have an appreciation for fashion.

There will always be some films that the audience would like and some that they don't. But if I start becoming a slave to appreciation, I will be subjecting myself and my talent to one particular type of taste. I don't want to do that.

Each dress symbolizes the age that it's appropriate for.

Does a creature of fashion not need a fine mind?" asked the Polish count. "More than anything else, she must have very fine taste," answered Madame d'Espard.

You will find the signs of good taste all around you; luxury is her constant companion, replaced as necessary

I took a sip of the cognac, and it bit my lip. I took a bigger sip, to bite it back, and it snapped at my gullet all the way down.

The point of a coffee store was not just to teach customers about fine coffee but to show them how to enjoy it.

The essence of good taste is never to be offended by bad taste.

If I'm a lush at anything, it's food and drink. I'm not materialistic in any way, but I value food.

I had an absolutely revolting lunch with O'Neal. Although the food was pretty good.

To be modern means to like antique furniture - and youthful neurosis.

If you can't find a Bowmore to fall in love with, you may have to consider very seriously the possibility that you're wasting your money drinking whisky at all.

The people's degenerate taste--sick and twisted to be sure--is a product of their disaffection from art, top-down programming, and the power of commercial psyop mind control. They can be guided out of the toilet just as they were guided in.

Nothing in the world tasted as good for breakfast as stolen rolls with some butter and jam and a mug of milky coffee. Nothing tasted better than a venial sin.

Nothing in the room was cheap, but none of it was exactly desirable either.

Also, he was more discriminating now than he had been then, back in the old days when he would read a book to its bitter end whether he liked it or not. These days, a book he disliked was unlikely to last ten pages of his concentration.