Quotes About Excess

Overnight our place was busting its seams with idiotics. Anything went, and every fool thing you might think of under the influence of hashish or a hangover went big. We were awash with pretty women, clowns, and storytellers who couldn't write. We made a million dollars so fast my fingers ached from trying to count.

We are unreasonable reasonable people. Measured of the excess. We frequent madness and chaos without quite melting into it. A hunger for life always ends up bringing us back to the light.

Ese adicto al crack podía fumarse cualquier cantidad de dólares con la velocidad de un demonio.

El Muchacho Alegre" should be the Mexican national anthem because it has everything a Mexican needs for fun: boozing, whoring, gambling, singing, gunplay, anal

Lust on this scale was rare: it seemed a crime to waste it.

I have written much less than most people who write; I have drunk much more than most people who drink.

The more you consume the less you live

I drink exactly as much as I want, and one drink more.

To say I had a hangover next morning would be failing even to hint at the utter disintegration of my bodily economy and personality. Only somebody who had consumed two or three quarts of assorted home made wines at a sitting could have an inkling of the quaking nausea, the raging inferno within, the jangling nerves, the black despairing outlook.

It was the first time I had had the opportunity of drinking champagne by the pint and it was a rewarding experience. I

Just once, Id like to be fed so much love that I couldn't take any more. Just once.

supererogation.

Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake's wings of excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame. What's left of us then?

The warmly cool, clear, ringing perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up — flaked up, with rose-water snow.

Most criminals are stupid. They creep $500,000 homes in the Garden District, load up two dozen bottles of gin, whiskey, vermouth, and Collins mix in a $2,000 Irish linen tablecloth and later drink the booze and throw the tablecloth away.

I vill eat nine Snikuhs bahs visout bahfing

Maybe he's being too cautious, but that's like saying there's too much bacon.

foie gras and caviar tureens. About

and almost overdosed on icy-cold cans of soda.

did you hear about the kid who drank eight Cokes? He burped seven up!

I was so unhealthy. I used to go to 'Cold Stone Creamery,' get a tub of Butterfinger ice cream, and eat it all before bedtime. And my fingers were permanently stained orange from Cheetos.

Fame for fame's sake is toxic - some people want that, with no boundaries. It's unhealthy.

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

By 'justice', I understand nothing more than that bond which is necessary to keep the interest of individuals united, without which men would return to their original state of barbarity. All punishments which exceed the necessity of preserving this bond are, in their nature, unjust.