Quotes About Appetite

His appetite was enormous: he would eat a breakfast of haddock, poached eggs, bacon, chicken and woodcock before a day's shooting, lunch and dinner of ten to fourteen courses, elaborate teas, snacks of lobster salad or cold chicken, with a cold chicken left by his bed at night in case he became hungry.

The smells of smoke and vinegar made him hungry; all he'd had for lunch was a peanut-butter-and-raisin sandwich.

What to feed her is a constant conundrum. Nothing satisfies. She rolls her eyes, sighs ostentatiously, flounces from the room.

three out of four demons prefer barbeque sauce over hemoglobin

What are you doing here, Simi? (Astrid) Feeling peckish. Is there any food? Something not too heavy. Maybe a cow or two? (Simi)

So would you like to join me for something to eat? (Jericho) As long as it doesn't involve the entrails of demons, I might be persuaded. (Delphine) Demon entrails have no appeal for me, either. Zeus's are another matter. (Jericho)

What would you like? (Maggie) I don't care. I'll eat anything not Tylenol or chocolate. (Wren)

I'm not people, I only eat them.

And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin. (Simi)

Mama Lo can get a bit nasty whenever I play with the cubs. She thinks I'm going to eat one, but they're not to my taste. Too hairy. Now if she'd let me skin one, I might be interested. (Simi) He laughed in spite of himself. Are you joking about that? (Gallagher) Oh no. I never joke about hairy food. It's disgusting. (Simi)

Our senses, our appetite, and our passions are our lawful and faithful guides in things that relate solely to this life.

Sure, I eat because I have to. But I also eat because I want to. It is one of life's few pleasures.

I have an enormous appetite to see life as I know it presented in front of my eyes.

Stig here could probably eat a ship if he was hungry enough," Thorn said, straight-faced. Stig looked sidelong at him. He was used to the old sea wolf's teasing. "I'd need a lot of salt," he said.

That'll make Edvin happy. He's always keen to replenish our stocks of fresh meat whenever he can." "It'll make Ingvar happy too," Stig put in. "He's always keen to eat it.

No appetite. No sensation in a dry stomach. No desire. No orchids sweet enough to taste. Not the sort of woman to eat sandwiches on a bus. At least not the sort of woman who would eat in the dark. Not anymore.

Energy in the morning, determination at midday, hunger in the evening.

Nature, I confess, has put into man a desire of happiness and an aversion to misery: these indeed are innate practical principles which (as practical principles ought) DO continue constantly to operate and influence all our actions without ceasing: these may be observed in all persons and all ages, steady and universal; but these are INCLINATIONS OF THE APPETITE to good, not impressions of truth on the understanding.

Oh Ellie, doesn't it make your mouth water?" "It makes me water all right," I said crudely. "But not from my mouth.

Adrienne snatched an hors d'oeuvre from a passing tray. She had eaten a sausage grinder for family meal but this food was too gorgeous to pass up. She stopped at the buffet table and dipped a crab claw in a lemony mayonnaise. Her champagne was icee cold; it was crisp, like an apple. Across the tent, she saw Darla Parrish and her sister Eleanor standing in front of a table where a man was slicing gravlax.

He was too busy attacking the buffet table- tenderloin, crab claws, gravlax, mushrooms, cherrystones on the half shell. He held one out to Adrienne. "Eat this," he said. "No, thanks." "Come on." "I'm not hungry." "Not hungry?" he said. He piled his plate with Chinese spare ribs. "This food is incredible.

Three geese stuffed with apples and onions, served with a Roquefort sauce, stuffing with chestnuts, potato gratin, curried carrots, brussel sprouts with bacon and chives-

A man is ruled by appetite and remorse, and I swallowed what I could.

Just like a Conn, she thought. Eating everything in sight.