Quotes About Taste

When we're binging, we do not think about death. We just think about how good it tastes.

Guys with small dry lips, they turn me off, or if they smell bookish—you know, this dry pencil smell of men.

I've never eaten a taco, and I don't plan to.

Esther knows nothing about alcohol, and says, "My dream was someday ordering a drink and finding out it tasted wonderful.

Terry remembered a summer two or three years ago when there had been a plague of luna moths (...) One night Ghost has mused aloud that to the bats, the moths' blood must taste like crème de la menthe.

Era questa, la carne dell'orso:ed ora che sono passati molti anni, rimpiango di averne mangiata poca, poiché, di tutto quanto la vita mi ha dato di buono, nulla ha avuto, neppure alla lontana, il sapore di quella carne, che è il sapore di essere forti e liberi, liberi anche di sbagliare, e padroni del proprio destino.

Gods are but greater demons, the Cishaurim said, hungers across the surface of eternity, wanting only to taste the clarity of our souls. Can you not see this?

Jealous? Maybe. No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

Don't run I never liked fast food

You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane

At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time. Made myself a batch with it, Shane said. It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed.

She didn't know what Liam made his coffee with, but it had to be magical sparkles and crack beans, because it was the most delicious stuff she'd ever tasted.

There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian, and as I flip through his musical life, getting to know his tastes, I must acknowledge that not only am I not frigid, but I also may be multi-orgasmic.

The girl is dressed in a flannel shirt, and I can't tell whether that's because she's trying to bring back the only fashion style of the past fifty years that hasn't been brought back or whether it's because the shirt is as damn comfortable as it looks.

bread sauce

Fresca, or Diet Rite?" I asked. "I'll have a Fanta," she said.

I inspect the notebook of CDs laying on the floor. There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian

I placed the first piece of sushi in my mouth. HIGH HOLY HEAVEN! It was like a dance of flavors and textures- salty, rich, sweet, chewy yet silken- all at once. This is maybe the best thing I've ever eaten, I said after swallowing. To be fair, food that good did deserve rules for eating. Each flavor ping caused epic delirium to my taste buds. Ramen was okay . Sushi was the bomb.

Such grief might be to them quite delicious, a delicacy.

Better than a peanut butter and onion sandwich?

I wouldn't want to eat any raw horse

Everyone says, Come to your senses, and I do, of you. Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, even burning sugar, every cry and laugh. Toothpicked samples at the farmers' market, every melon, plum, I come undone, undone.

she inhaled deeply and nearly choked. It tasted like shit.

She hated Mr. Meanie. But she'd gotten to know him and they'd reached an understanding of sorts. Now she was to have him for supper. Don't tell me you're feeling guilty? Breaking off a piece of the wing, she brought it to her lips and took a bite. It did taste good. Very good. I wonder if all grouchy males are this palatable. Drew choked. She looked up, tilting her head. Are you all right? He turned a dull red. Eat your supper, Connie.