Quotes About Excess

When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have a second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there's no holding me.

Toughness has been rather out of fashion, as a masculine virtue, and Takeshi simultaneously radiates it and suggests its wounded core. There can in fact be no depiction of genuine toughness (not brutality but a sort of excess of substance, of soul-stuff) without this concomitant indication of that wound, else the piece becomes simply the pornography of fascism.

People smoke, and drink as though it were good for you, and seem to still be in some sort of honeymoon phase with cocaine.

But it looks a lot like finding the weirdest shit you can get away with in one night, in San Francisco, if you're willing to blow a metric fuck-ton of money to do it.

Man can never have enough without having too much.

One of the worst things about knowing a lot, or having access to a lot of information, is that we're tempted to share it all.

The problem with me is, anything that's easy I will just overdo it. Especially with clothes. But I'm 14 - my mom is super-strict about that.

I think a book that is over 400 pages should be split in two. I don't know that there's anything that interesting that can go on for 700 pages. I think that is a little bit indulgent.

Too many peanut butter crackers," said Billy. "Too many peanut butter crackers Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Desire isn't lack, it's surplus energy - a claustrophobia inside your skin -.

That's how you know you're The Money—when you build so many rooms it's impossible to fill them, no matter how much you procreate

Greed is a snarling monster with a set of razor-sharp teeth on both sides of its head. It devours not only those from whom it takes, but also those who eagerly receive its plunder.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

door, but never in her wildest dreams had she expected Fru Karlsson to order one of everything they had. At least that's what she seemed to have done. The cakes and pastries were set out on

I feel like a jug in which wine is poured until it overflows.

She is the gin. Cold, intoxicating. Gives you a rush, makes you warm inside, makes you lose your head. Take too much, it makes you sick and shuts you down. He is the coffee, hot, steaming, filtered. You have to add stuff to it to make it taste good. Grinds your stomach, makes you jittery, wired, and tense. Bad trip, keeps you up, burns you out. Coffee and gin don't mix, never do, everybody keeps trying and trying to make it taste good.

That which constitutes the cause of the economic poverty of our age is what the English call over-production (which means that a mass of things are made which are of no use to anybody, and with which nothing can be done).

We destroy only because we're spiritually sated. Exactly like children!

Was ich wünschte, war Bewegung und nicht ein ruhiges Dahinfließen des Lebens. Es verlangte mich nach Aufregungen und Gefahren, nach Selbstaufopferung um eines Gefühlswillen. In mir war ein Überschuss von Kraft, der in unserem stillen Leben keinen Raum zur Bestätigung fand

all unhappiness arises not from privation but from superfluity.

La sociedad de consumo convirtió a la humanidad en una inmensa multitud materialista a la cual la simple idea de sacrificio le hacía temblar. Las fiestas, la televisión, la avidez de tenerlo todo, de poder pagar todo lo que se ve, de no someterse nunca a ninguna moral limitativa, de incluso hartarse de los ancianos (carga pesada) o de los niños (obstáculos), han enviado a la civilización occidental al declive

Paul McCartney makes lovely boutique tapes, resolute upon being as inconsequential as the Carpenters which in itself may be as much a reaction to John's opposite excesses as a simple case of vacuity. You could hardly call him burnt out-- Band on the Run was, in its rather vapid way, a masterful album. Muzak's finest hour. Of course he is about as committed to the notion of subject matter as Hanna-Barbera, and his cuteness can be incredibly annoying at times.

He had reached the outer limits of what Fun, capital F, could do for him. The cost was way too high, the returns pitifully inadequate.

The worst Persian voluptuary could never have imagined my most ordinary day.