Quotes About Decadence

I noticed Incy smiling at me as I rounded up my third or fourth doll-size éclair. I mean, I get the whole precious-food thing. But give me a big honking éclair, know what I'm saying?

It is important to eat Oreos the right way.

Decadence has two rhythms, two melodies, the first a slow waltz, the second dissonant and quick, the plastic creation of the lightening bolt.

Don't get me wrong. A thinker thought, maybe it was Ortega y Gasset, that a country is in decadence when the parts no longer want to be part of the totality. It happened in the Soviet Union, it happened in Spain, it will happen in the States.

When the Apocalypse comes, you'll find me pushing Marie Antoinette out of the way and saying, 'Let me eat cake! Forget them; I want the cake! Two helpings! I have some friends with me! Is there coffee with the cake, Marie? I'm just asking.

The only difference between Las Vegas and Washington, D.C. is that at least Vegas has the decency to admit the town is full of hookers and crooks.

Two issues mark decadent societies according to Paul: an unwillingness to acknowledge (or honor) the Creator, and a resistance to gratitude.

Life's too short to say no to cake.

Let's face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake has a lot for a lot of people, it does for me…

Save the earth. It's the only planet with chocolate.

Chocolate doesn't ask silly questions. Chocolate understands.

Chocolate promises to make everything okay.

Man cannot live on chocolate alone but woman sure can.

Chocolate, men, coffee — some things are better rich.

Desserts are the fairy tales of dining — a happily-ever-after to supper.

Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.

Chocolate is the greatest gift to women ever created, next to the likes of Paul Newman and Gene Kelly. It's something that should be had on a daily basis.

I must have gone through $10 million during my career. Part of the loot went for gambling, part for horses and part for women. The rest I spent foolishly.

If I can't have too many truffles, I'll do without truffles.

I was a decent cook - competent enough to turn out the standard Eighties chalet fare: beef Wellington, banoffee pie, Delia's chocolate bread-and-butter pudding - but it wasn't haute cuisine.

Sensual excess drives out pity in man.

The man who first brought ruin upon the Roman people was he who pampered them by largesses and amusements.

This is the essential evil of vice: it debases a man.

We would never allow child sacrifice, which is one of the sure manifestations of a totally reprobate civilization. Really?