Quotes About Excess

George The official toxicity limit for humans is between one and one and half grams of cocaine depending on body weight. I was averaging five grams a day, maybe more. I snorted ten grams in ten minutes once. I guess I had a high tolerance.

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but why was he the way he was? Why, when in fact he was a shy and timid person, was he compelled to be number one and champion of the world in eating and drinking, why was he always fleeing from us, and when unable to flee, why the awful theatrics, the showing off?

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She has all the right equipment to look sexy, pretty even. She just overdoes everything-like she's a coloring-book women who got scribbled on by a toddler,

Competition, which is said to be "the life of trade," when pushed too far, is no less the death of it--and of the soul.

It is difficult to say which is the greatest evil--to have too violent passions, or to be wholly devoid of them. Controlled with firmness, guided by discretion, and hallowed by the imagination, the passions are the vivifiers and quickeners of our being. Without passion there can be no energy of character. Indeed, the passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways, and dangerous only in one--through their excess.

His personal wealth was larger than the gross domestic product of Hungary; larger than even the market capitalization of General Motors.

They ate like trash compactors with feet.

Whores hung out the windows like shreds of leftover Christmas decorations.

Myron's car climbed up past the nouveau riche mansions, so expansive they appeared to have been taking some sort of growth hormone.

Kaylie may have said more, but Megan turned away, not really interested. In the TV room, her husband, Dave, was sprawled out in gray sweats. Dave was watching the latest fallen movie actor bragging in some tasteless interview about the many women he'd bagged and the years of scoring at strip clubs. The actor was manic and wide-eyed and clearly on something that required a physician with a loose prescription pad. From

You get too much at last of everything: of sunsets, of cabbages, of love.

They said if he'd had two good arms he'd have made it, he was moving that fast. Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn't have to shoot him that much.

In 1950 the United States—with just 9.5 per cent of the world's population—was consuming 50 per cent of the world's raw materials.

She'd become so beautiful, it defied understanding. Never had I feasted my eyes on such beauty. Beauty of a variety I'd never imagined existed. As expansive as the entire universe, yet as dense as a glacier. Unabashedly excessive, yet at the same time pared down to an essence. It transcended all concepts within the boundaries of my awareness. She was at one with her ears, gliding down the oblique face of time like a protean beam of light.

Champagne's completely useless, you know," he said. "The only good part is the moment you pop the cork.

About 80 percent of U.S. products are used once and then discarded.13

Alcohol units: 5. Drowning sorrows. Cigarettes: 23. Fumigating sorrows. Calories: 3,856. Smothering sorrows in fat duvet.

We do not want to be seduced," Mrs. Ballard had once said, "into seeing who can bake the richest cake.")

The best things carried to excess are wrong.

It is dead wrong about necessary surplus of winnings over losings.

Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.

For me, as I suspect for most people, there comes a point where you have enough. If you've got £20 million, why keep going until you've got £100 million or £1,000 million? Does anyone need another vast yacht or private jet or a house full of gold?