Quotes About Luxury

For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.

I drive a V10 Ford Excursion and I have to tell folks all the time: look I've got five kids and a dog and birds. I would have to have two Lincolns with two V8s, you see, so it would be 16 cylinders.

If I had the luxury of working as a full time writer, I think you would see novels appearing on a much more regular, and frequent, basis.

One bright day in the last week of February, I was walking in the park, enjoying the threefold luxury of solitude, a book, and pleasant weather.

His appetite was enormous: he would eat a breakfast of haddock, poached eggs, bacon, chicken and woodcock before a day's shooting, lunch and dinner of ten to fourteen courses, elaborate teas, snacks of lobster salad or cold chicken, with a cold chicken left by his bed at night in case he became hungry.

He was constantly, pathologically, insanely busy. That's how he afforded the wine.

I remember again, ironically, that today more of us in America than anywhere else in the world have the luxury of choice between simplicity and complication of life. And for the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication.

An enormous gleaming grand piano stood in the center, its legs decently masked.

Standing in this glittering room with the music in the background and the press and hum of scores of people, the clink of glasses, the faint smells of warmth, champagne, stiff material and sometimes of flowers and perfume

she was dressed in the softest grape blue, a gentle color neither navy nor purple, nor yet silver. It was subtle, expensive and extremely flattering.

There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

Wasn't it his right to listen to opera, read poetry and adventure novels, go to Europe every couple of months for some reason or another, and drive his Porsche over the speed limit until he found out who he was?

And money you have, Rose. Plenty of it. And time. And if time can't give us freedom to do what we want, what good is time?

Armand keeps the island of Manhattan safe for them—Louis, Armand, and two young blood drinkers, Benjamin and Sybelle, and whoever else joins them in their palatial digs on the Upper East Side.

If money can't buy you the freedom to do anything you want, well, what is the good of it?

She liked all things that were sensual and which involved beauty.

Heaping every luxury upon him, I only sickened him with mortal sweets so that finally he turned from the riches I offered, becoming a vagabond.

What would Christ need have done to make me follow Him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with, And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.

He commuted to his Canadian office in a Ferrari, though sometimes snowy conditions forced him to use Bentley.

This doesn't look like anything you'd find mere mortals riding in!

If consumers have everything they need, there's nothing left to buy except stuff that they want. And the reason they buy stuff they want is because of the way it makes them feel.

More fashion = less need for quality

Tiffany's blue box is a slogan without words. It stands for elegance and packaging and quality and "price is no object.

Because frequency is free in an online permission program, and much more effective offline, the marketer has the luxury of riding the impact curve up without a matching cost curve.