Quotes About Decadence

Maybe man cannot live on chocolate alone, but a woman can.

Chocolate is good for three things. Two of them can't be mentioned in polite company.

No matter how much you eat, there's always room for dessert. Dessert doesn't go to the stomach, dessert goes to the heart.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.

Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?

Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing -- which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn't actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can't decide.

They were donuts of darkness.

When in doubt, pig out!

Deadly Sins on a long, yellow legal tablet: Pride, Greed, Envy, Lechery, Gluttony, Anger, Laziness.

Life is short, have dessert first.

Next to coffee, chocolate was her favorite aroma.

Chocolate's not seasonal. It's good any time of the year. Chocolate's like oxygen. It's elemental.

Why can no one here think of anything but chocolates?

Caro's eyes slid longingly over the display, the pralines, truffles, amandines, and nougats, the éclairs, florentines, liqueur cherries, frosted almonds.

I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.

It does one good to read things like that, more than most of the stuff the decadents write, with their passion for saying the most obvious things in the most wildly contorted phrases.

Ça aime les auteurs déjantés, les artistes maudits et les putes dégénérées... Ça apprécie la décadence classée par ordre alphabétique.

Ice-cream is exquisite. What a pity it isn't illegal.

Two times twice now, I have been called arrogant, by the decadent.I'd rather be overly self confident, rather than overly self indulgent.

I'd say to myself, Andrew Compton, you've sucked their cold mouths and cocks; you've licked their blood from your hands by the bucketful; you've boiled the flesh off their skulls, then used the same pot to make curry. Why not just fry up a few tender bits and see what it's like—perhaps with a nice egg?

Of course. What else? Why can't any of you guys ever come up with something that uses chocolate?

My fork wanders into the soufflé to grab a small portion. I place the chocolate soufflé onto my tongue, which is instantly alerted to a taste of such exquisite beauty that I want to gasp from the sensational shock. Warm chocolate, both cakelike and gooey, penetrates all sides of my mouth, spreading sweetness and wonder.

Hot chocolate should be sinful, and I don't believe in sinning in half measures.

Variety is not the spice of life. It is the mother of disorder. Individuality is not the hallmark of freedom. It is the essence of decadence. Freedom is slavery to chaos. Unity is peace, all thinking and acting as one.