Quotes About Pleasure

Some people say cats don't need a name. ...... But I say you need to give a cat a name, if only so they can have the pleasure of ignoring it. If that makes sense. from The Familiar vol. 3

We look to the accumulation of sensory pleasures to give our lives meaning. We have the ability now to consume anything we want and this capacity far exceeds our actual needs. With so much at our fingertips, a kind of gluttony pervades our mind-sets.

All pleasure should be a little bent, don't you think?

After an Indian meal they went back to Jamie's flat and Tony did at least two things to him on the sofa that no one had ever done to him before then came back and them again the following evening, and suddenly life became very good indeed.

General S. P. Lyman quotes Webster concluding one recipe: "Such a dish, smoked hot, placed before you, after a long morning spent in exhilarating sport, will make you no longer envy the gods.

I have never learned to fight for my freedom. I was only good at enjoying it.

Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.

I experienced pleasure like a future pain.

One heck of a middle C today. Felt like I was gorging on a chocolate eclair. Kaiser none too pleased - after all, I'm a soprano. Sopranos don't sing in chocolate.

Sat - sex is good for the voice. Why don't they teach you that in school?

Like I said before, your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.

Early moralists who believed that taking too much pleasure at the table led inexorably to bad character-or worse, to sex-were (in the best-case scenario, anyway) absolutely right.

Perhaps omelet skills should be learned at the same time you learn to fuck.

Food had power. It could inspire, astonish, shock, excite, delight and impress. It had the power to please me . . .

I'm asked a lot what the best thing about cooking for a living is. And it's this: to be a part of a subculture. To be part of a historical continuum, a secret society with its own language and customs. To enjoy the instant gratification of making something good with one's hands--using all one's senses. It can be, at times, the purest and most unselfish way of giving pleasure (thought oral sex has to be a close second).

Food, it appeared, could be important. It could be an event. It had secrets.

Taking pleasure in food has always been associated with sin. Food and sex have been closely aligned in the Judeo-Christian ethic going right back to the very beginning and the apple. If you don't like sex, if you don't like music or movies, chances are you're not eating well, either.

I think people lose sight of the fact that chefs should be ultimately in the pleasure business, not in the look-at-me business.

Fine-looking women, smoking and drinking and gambling and doing whatever they like? Sounds good!

Hot, salty, crunchy, and portable, the previously awful-sounding collection of greasy delights can become a Garden of Eden of heart-clogging goodness when you're in a drunken stupor, hungering for fried snacks. At that precise moment, nothing could taste better.

It was a protein rush to the cortex, a clean, three-ingredient high, eaten with the hands. Could anything be better than that?

When outside forces corrupt the desire to do a job well and take pleasure in the doing. It's an awful thing to watch. It's awful when it happens to you.

What is love? Love is eating twenty-four ounces of raw fish at four o'clock in the morning.

Sichuan [cuisine] is actually a wonderfully sadomasochistic interplay between pleasure and pain, between the scorching, searing bite of the dried red Sichuan pepper and the cooling, more floral relief, the tingling, numbing component of the tiny black Sichuan flower pepper.