Quotes About Indulgence

Coffee is one of my major food groups.

I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.

I am not sure why, but I love food more than just about anything else.

I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.

I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.

The beer tastes good to my throat, cold and bitter, and the three boys and the beer and the queer freeness of the situation make me feel like laughing forever. So I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. I am looking very healthy and flushed and bright eyed, having both a good tan and a rather excellent fever.

New ideas can be tasty, maybe even satisfying. But what I really want to taste is a nice big tray of pastries, warm and sweet, right out of the oven. —From

Do I dare to eat a peach?

See, vodka, that's drinking. Beer—well, beer is just getting the inside of your mouth wet.

You've been nipping at cook's wine!!

Explicit sin was sweeter than mere carnality.

Cornelia had bemoaned the lack of hair or nail-clipping, even of blood. A notion that she had been close enough to the delicious boy to get all three-biting a piece of him perhaps (God overlook her wickedness), made her effervesce with merriment.

The dark mouthed Cyrion. It licked him, rolled him around on its tongue. The lit taper was just a garnish to its palate, it liked the light with Cyrion, as a man might like salt with his meat.

Well, honey, a shot never does a coke any harm!

But here there was only hot swing music and liquor, dance halls, ban, and movies, and sex that hung in the gloom like a chandelier and flooded the world with brief, deceptive rainbows.

You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I'm inclined to extravagance.

Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

Martin eyed the buffet table because he'd slept through dinner and was ravenous; but as luck would have it, who was standing next to the tower of cream cakes but Evelyn- looking equally delicious in a stunning, pale yellow gown of light diaphanous fabric that seemed to flutter around her legs on a nonexistent breeze. And her bosom... Well, she looked delectable with pearls crisscrossing over her lush, alluring breasts.

Coconut Pecan Eruption Cake

Make no mistake, most women are well aware that they've never had it so good when they enter a spa or salon, it is purely a hair/nails thing, a prelude to an evening of guilt-free fun.

But the not-very-highbrow truth of the matter was that the reading was how I got my ya-yas out. For the sake of my bookish reputation I upgraded to Tolstoy and Steinbeck before I understood them, but my dark secret was that really, I preferred the junk. The Dragonriders of Pern, Flowers in the Attic, The Clan of the Cave Bear. This stuff was like my stash of Playboys under the mattress.

In periods of decadence such as the present one, sensuality develops in the dissociated form of simple pleasure. As a result, sex becomes a kind of drug, and the addiction to it is no less profane than actual drug addiction

There are those who hold that to quibble over matters of taste in the basic necessities of life is an extravagance

We all do shit like this, stuff that's no good for you. You do it and then there's no feeling positive about it afterwards.