Quotes About Indulgence

I can stay in the bath for, well, the longest has been seven or eight hours. I get completely set up with my laptop so I can watch 'The Sopranos,' put out some scented candles, music. I have a towel nearby so I can dry my hand to change the music or the TV. I make a little heaven for myself. And then I just refill and refill.

I've bought every toy I ever wanted.

I was always told I was Daddy's little girl. In fact, we owned toy stores, and I would run in and want to get the latest toy off the shelf. My mom would say no way, and my dad would say, 'Get whatever you want, baby.'

You just get pickier. I think that's true of everything. Money, toys, girls - all the hedonistic stuff. You just raise the bar.

I like to be very simple in my lifestyle. My only extravagance is... I buy lots of toys and meats for my dog.

As American as an apple is and as American as baseball is, they don't go together. You can't be chewing an apple at a baseball game. You've got to let go of the diet that day.

First-class travel, provided one hasn't to pay for it oneself, is the most insidiously addictive of life's luxuries.

There are three very good reasons to travel: 1. See the world. 2. Meet new people. 3. Room service.

I'm pretty good at indulging myself. I'm about to go travel for a week. I like to get massaged, go into steam rooms. I take care of myself.

When I travel, I like to take advantage of room service. I'm really into eggs Benedict in the morning.

I believe in trying foods from all over the world, going to markets and finding jewelry and furniture and just treating myself well. It's important for me creatively to travel.

When I travel, there are no rules with my diet. I eat whatever looks good, but in small portions. Food is such a rich part of the travel experience. There is no way I would cut that out!

Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.

Frankly, I don't trust any diet that doesn't allow sugar.

I can't believe I was ever stupid enough to trust Noir. Come to the dark side. We have cookies. (Zeth)

He had won. He could release her at any time. But her lips... those soft, sweet petals were parting tremulously at the touch of his tongue, and she was granting him entry to the warmth of her mouth. He thrust boldly inside, wanting but one taste of her. Only one.

What is it?" she mumbled. "Something that will make my kisses taste like chocolate.

Or perhaps I've already despaired - and decided that while despair is fine as an occasional indulgence, it can't be served three times a day.

At least once in his life, he would like for her to look at him as she would a morsel of fine French pastry. Or a slice of Victoria sandwich. Or even a humble piece of buttered bread.

Mrs. Watson feeds me 'round the clock and I haven't turned anything down. But at the rate I'm going, within the week I'll reach Maximum Tolerable Chins. Then I'll be obliged to give up this reckless dining.

Something that will make my kisses taste like chocolate.

Still scared witless?" Of course she was. He'd had to remind her there was a citron tart on the premises.

She picked up her spoon, gathered the last bit of trifle from her bowl, and consumed it with her characteristic mixture of gourmandise and wistfulness.

But I expect you to have vacated your post before the end of the year." The dead silence burned. He stared empty-eyed at the rain. Remember this. This was what happened when he chose to indulge himself at her expense. It was she who lost her position, her home, and her hard-won proximity to her son.