Quotes About Excess

He had eaten as much as a travelling actor and drunk like the sands of the desert" Maxence Gilet

Where there is abundance you can afford waste.

I have to admit that I'm up to my neck in frivolity, buried in dresses to the point of ruin! Fifteen different garments! My wardrobe jam-packed! My girl, this is not the way for an old woman to behave - particularly since you never wear anything but black and white, or a little grey, so that you always look as though you were in the same dress. Why fritter away your money so absurdly? (22 August 1919)

She was easily addicted: men, food, wine. In fact, she felt like a glass of wine right now, and the sun was still high in the sky. Lately, she'd been drinking. Maybe not excessively, but certainly more enthusiastically than usual.

I want too much. I always have.

trouble. The Bull hates excess, and seldom messes around with it in any form, but when he slips, he does it the way he does everything else—on a grand scale.

Lnq is too much.

some people coddle their own afflictions the way others spoil small pedigreed dogs with cans of pate.

With no interruptions to admire dolly outfits, no tomorrow is a school day, we gorged on fruit and sorbet and splashed immoderate second shots of clear heady framboise, whooping at each others' top-this tales in the orgy of eternal adolescence characteristic of the childless in middle age.

Según el gilipollas del jefe, de lo que se trataba era precisamente de malgastar el dinero. Una empresa que mantiene en su local una temperatura tropical en pleno enero, y ártica en agosto, alentaba a los clientes a creer que el negocio iba viento en popa. Era un signo de prosperidad, igual que estar gordo solía ser símbolo de abundancia. Antes uno se podía permitir sobrealimentarse; ahora se podía permitir sobrecalefaccionarse.

You will stay, won't you? I have, as ever, royally overcatered.

She tries to imagine what he must have looked like reeling into a hotel at four in the morning, his bright red hair awry, breathing the putrid breath of a long night of alcohol and rich foods into the receptionist's face, before collapsing into a hotel bed and snoring violently in an empty room.

Women beg me for it, and not the other way around." "Then you should go to one of them." "Oh, I will. When we return to London, I'm going to embark on a spree of orgiastic debauchery that won't end until someone is arrested for it. But in the meanwhile...do you truly expect that the two of us are going to share a bed tonight-and tomorrow night-as chastely as a pair of nuns on holiday?

My son . . . guilt, in proper measure, can be a useful emotion. However, when indulged to excess it becomes self-defeating, and even worse, tedious.

I was raised in a solidly upper-middle class family who had really strong values and excess was not one of the things that my family put up with. And there's something wildy decadent about the young-star lifestyle, and I just don't really see the point.

Rather, for all objects and experiences, there is a quantity that has optimum value. Above that quantity, the variable becomes toxic. To fall below that value is to be deprived.

When I first drove my car down Sunset Strip, I nearly crashed my car gazing at the monolithic ads of various celebrities. They are bigger than King Kong, and more frightening.

When we consume vastly more protein than we need, our kidneys struggle to process it, resulting in protein in the urine. Too much protein from meat may also contribute to kidney stones.

I only ever play Vegas one night at a time. It's a hideous, gaudy place; it may not be the end of the world per se, but you can certainly see it from there.

Vegas is everything that's right with America. You can do whatever you want, 24 hours a day. They've effectively legalized everything there.

Vegas is really rock and roll.

I didn't much like Las Vegas. The noise of the place and the whole 24-hour, 'let's play the slot machines all night' culture of the place just left me cold.

I've been a little bit Las Vegas and casino-obsessed. So, I love some trashy glamour... and I think nothing's trashier or more glamorous than a bit of a sheer number!

Las Vegas is about distraction.