Quotes About Decadence

I try to cheat up. If I'm going to have something that's 'off the plan,' then I want it to be the best piece of bread or the most amazing ice cream.

trouble with very chocolaty

the event of the 'golden calf ' stands for love of this-worldly things as objects of worship (v. 51). This event happened soon after the great blessing of Bani Israel's deliverance from the Pharaoh. The Book and the covenant had yet to come. This love, when it competes with and overwhelms the love for Allah, is the root cause of decadence.

the greasier, the better...

There was no time for chit-chat when there were chocolate chip pancakes to be eaten.

I have a constant sweet tooth, so I like anything from the bakery, like cupcakes, cookies.

There are times when chocolate really is the answer to all of your prayers.

Is chocolate your answer to everything? Sometimes.

When we have made our love and gamed our gaming,   Drest, voted, shone, and maybe something more; With dandies dined, heard senators declaiming,   Seen beauties brought to market by the score, Sad rakes to sadder husbands chastely taming,   There's little left but to be bored or bore. Witness those ci-devant jeunes hommes who stem The stream, nor leave the world which leaveth them.

If you would sooner drown in wine, say the word and it shall be done, and quickly. Drowning cup by cup wastes time and wine both.

Water? Fuck your water. Bring me wine.

Part of it went on gambling, and part of it went on women. The rest I spent foolishly.

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon.

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon. It even tastes smoky, as if it emerged piping hot out of the fiery pans of hell.

I thought of all the women on the Titanic who had refused dessert." Carrie's

Vulgar of manner, overfed. Overdressed and underbred; Heartless, Godless, hell's delight, Rude by day and lewd by night; Bedwarfed the man, o'ergrown the brute, Ruled by boss and prostitute; Purple-robed and pauper-clad, Raving, rotting, money-mad; A squirming herd in Mammon's mesh, A wilderness of human flesh; Crazed with avarice, lust and rum, New York, thy name's Delirium.

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

Vice goes a long way tow'rd makin' life bearable. A little vice now an' thin is relished by th' best iv men.

Our society, like decadent Rome, has turned into an amusement society, with writers chief among the court jesters - not so much above the clatter as part of it.

One never kids about monkey sex with chocolate sauce.

They are not to be scarfed, the cinnamon sticky bun, but savored.

As man-candy went, he was a caloric binge. Eve thought it was easy to see why he had so many clients paying for a nibble.

dessert place that was open until one a.m. and served liquor along with chocolate thingies draped in whatever topped with blah-blah-blah on a bed of poached uh-huh, yeah.

We wandered around, carrying our bundles of rags in the narrow romantic streets. Everybody looked like a broken-down movie extra, a withered starlet; disenchanted stunt-men, midget auto-racers, poignant California characters with their end-of-the-continent sadness, handsome, decadent, Casanova-ish men, puffy-eyed motel blondes, hustlers, pimps, whores, masseurs, bellhops—a lemon lot, and how's a man going to make a living with a gang like that?