Quotes About Indulgence

Why does the forbidden always add that edge of sweetness?

So, what do you do when you know you have two days to live? Eat an entire Bitter Chocolate Death cake all by myself. Reread my favorite novel. Buy eight dozen roses from the best florist in town--the super expensive ones, the ones that smell like roses rather than merely looking like them--and put them all over my apartment. Take a good long look at everyone I love.

The good life is thereby widely confused with unrestrained indulgence made possible by nonempathetic self-absorption.

Sugar and fat a socially acceptable drugs.

It's the Snickers bars. Snickers equal romance.

A movie theater is Switzerland of the diet world.

Maybe she should start smoking.

Is that Nutella and bacon?

I wish I could have a cupcake

I hate Breeds," she muttered. "Do you know that? You and your sharp, damned noses. Just because I want to doesn't mean I should. Hell, I want cheesecake but I know better. It goes right to my hips. Does that mean I have to eat it anyway?" He stared back at her in disbelief. "You're comparing me to cheesecake?" Offended male fury and outrage glittered in his eyes. She huffed, "Well, the same principle applies.

You can just enjoy your little perversions alone. God gave men a hand and five fingers for a reason, you know.

a grand explosion of culturally sanctioned greed. Presents, presents, presents. They

Food court at the mall, 11:30 tomorrow. Order something expensive.

Grace? He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him. Oh no you don't, Noah scolded. No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman. And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. What would you like to eat?

This danish is too sweetish to finish.

No wine, she said. It leads to cheese.

She believes you can refuse to participate in certain emotions. "I like hamburgers but I don't eat them," she says. "Hamburgers are not an emotion," says Roz. "Yes they are," says Charis.

The whiskey was going down sweet.  That was what happened after a while, with no meal to assist — it had to do the food work on its own.  There.  We talked about death. That's talking about death?

the new world, the communo-bourgeois, sermonizing, Tartuffian, automobilistic, alcoholic, gluttonous and cancerous world has only two anxieties: ass and bank account...

fudge-squiggles

Kaira sat on the floor and ate her ice cream right out of the carton.

No, I drank champagne and romped and tried to flirt, and was altogether abominable, said Meg reproachfully.

I'm so fond of luxury

The Corsair was a therapeutic, if expensive, toy for Pierpont.