Quotes About Decadence

I don't really do healthy snacks!

A decadência da Europa nos oferece um espectáculo imenso cujos momentos mais fortes são omitidos ou são dispensados. O próprio da cena em que nos encontramos hoje é representar um teatro; sem monumentos que sejam nossa obra e que nos pertençam, nós vivemos cercados de cenários. Mas há mais: o europeu não sabe quem ele é; ele ignora que raças se misturam nele; ele procura que papel poderia ter; ele não tem individualidade.

sterlet in a silvery chafing dish, sterlet slices interlaid with crayfish tails and fresh caviar? And eggs en cocotte with mushroom purée in little dishes? And how did you like the fillets of thrush? With truffles? Quail à la génoise?

[I love] anything chocolate, anytime, anywhere.

Moderation, honey, in all things but love and chocolate. That's my motto.

I love the unabashed over-buttered, over-creamed, deep-fried, gooey, over-sugared excessiveness of Amish food.

I love Hot Fudge Sundaes; I could die for Hot Fudge Sundaes.

We will amuse and entertain ourselves into extinction.

I like junk food, French fries, hamburgers - I love it.

Books are like chocolate. Can't eat just one.

I'm the king of brownie sundaes!

Life is short. At the buffet of it, who doesn't want the best dessert?

the old pillars of an old decadent structure, are also built on the sexual fallacy. (Or as one is tempted to pun, phallacy.)

Girls are for dessert.

Chocolate doesn't solve everything, Nana." "It solves a whole heck of a lot, though.

But for Marx, the world was like a breakfast at a five-star hotel in an Asian country—the abundance of it was almost overwhelming. Who wouldn't want a pineapple smoothie, a roast pork bun, an omelet, pickled vegetables, sushi, and a green-tea-flavored croissant? They were all there for the taking and delicious, in their own way.

The people who went to watch men butting heads at New Orleans' Buffalo Bill House would likely have felt out of place at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, which opened in the 1890s on the site where the Empire State Building now stands. The bar at the old Waldorf Astoria was the scene of the sort of decadence we often associate with the decade that became known as the Gay Nineties.

As I did, there, in perfect condition, to be admired by five sets of wondering eyes, was an enormous, glistening, moist, chocolate cake.

The internet, although beloved by all including Al Qaeda, went straight from barbarism to decadence without ever encountering a civilisation. It was never utopian, although it was free. Its lawyers are patent trolls. Its political parties are flash mobs in the streets. Its wealthy are nouveau-rich cranks. Its poor are a tidal wave of Third World young people. The Twenty-Teens are quite an interesting cultural period.

In fact, Jane kind of hoped that the twentieth-century heiress had really enjoyed herself as she thoughtlessly squandered the planet's resources and lived like a fattened barnyard animal.

Most of them were champions at spoiling good food.

It was like a scene from the final hours of the Roman Empire: Everywhere you looked, some prominent politician was degrading himself in public.

I have a disgracefully sweet tooth. My younger brother and I, all we care about are puddings. You can keep your smoked salmon and caviar.

There's nothing better than opening a block of chocolate and sitting back and that little joy it brings to your face and to your body.