Quotes About Hedonism

It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.

What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

I got my hands under the breasts, lifted them. Tons of meat. Meat without mouth or eye. MEAT MEAT MEAT. i slammed it into my mouth and flew into heaven.

What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes." "What is your advice to older writers?" "If you're still alive, you don't need any advice." "What is the impulse that makes you create a poem?" "What makes you take a shit?" "What do you think of Reagan and unemployment?" "I don't think of Reagan or unemployment.

drink without smoke is like cock without pussy

I went into the crapper and took myself a beautiful beershit. Then I went to bed, jacked off, and slept.

as a very young man I divided an equal amount of time between the bars and the libraries; how I managed to provide for my other ordinary needs is the puzzle; well, I simply didn't bother too much with that— if I had a book or a drink then I didn't think too much of other things—fools create their own paradise.

Kakvo sam to govno bio ja? Umeo sam ocigledno da igram neke prljave, nestvarne igre. Šta me je teralo na to? Yar sam pokušavao da proturim svejedno kao nešto? Da li sam mogao i dalje da govorim sebi kako je to u suštini stvar istrazivanja, prosto jedna studija zenskog roda? Jednostavno sam pustio da se stvari dešavaju, bez razmišljanja o njima. Nije me bilo briga ni za šta osim za svoje sebi?no, jeftino uzivanje. Pravi razmazeni srednoškolac.

LOOK, DO YOU really want a detailed description of two sex robots going at it like a pair of bonobos on day release from celibacy camp in front of an audience of jaded aristocrats?

Sex for idlers should be messy, drunken, bawdy, lazy. It should be wicked, wanton and lewd, dirty to the point where it is embarrassing to look at one another in the morning.

Unhappiness is the ultimate form o' self-indulgence.

For a while, anyway, until my sex life became sort of like Diet Coke—deceptively sweet minus nutrition.

There's Socialism and Communism and Capitalism and there's Feminism and Hedonism, and there's Catholicism and Bipedalism and Consumerism, but I think Narcissism is the system that means the most to me.

Something is profoundly wrong with the way we live today. For thirty years we have made a virtue out of the pursuit of material self-interest:

Hey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila , maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.

lema epicúreo: láthe biósas, «oculta tu vivir» o «vive sin ser notado».

The hedonistic lifestyle is difficult to achieve when you're still carrying your own gear. Trust me that you don't feel glamorous with a 60-pound amp in your arms it's a lot less sexy than toting a vodka gimlet and impossible to do in heels.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist then Pleasure.

How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?" "In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden's mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty," he replied.

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. More than any forbidden fruit, this delectable treat — best when crispy, the little grease bubbles still dancing happily on its crenelated edges — epitomizes things we know we shouldn't eat, but still crave and keep going back to. In short, it's food crack.

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.

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can you want?

You have absolutely no regard but yourself and your damned kicks. All you think about is what's hanging between your legs and how much money or fun you can get out of people and then you just throw them aside. Not only that but you're silly about it. It never occurs to you that life is serious and that there are people trying to make something decent out of it instead of just goofing all the time.