Quotes About Indulgence

You should learn to relish the hunger more than the feast, lest you become a glutton.

As Ariadne led him to the massage tent, Rowan thought, In eight months I am going to die. So perhaps he could allow himself a little indulgence on the way.

Then she offered Citra ice cream that was the best she'd ever tasted.

Freedom isn't freedom when you're addicted to it

Well, she could learn self-control tomorrow. Today she wanted pizza.

Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten!

La Terre est un gâteau plein de douceur.

Now is the time to get drunk! To stop being the martyred slaves of time, to get absolutely drunk - on wine, poetry, or on virtue, as you please.

Il est l'heure de s'enivrer! Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisé du Temps, Enivrez-vous! Enivrez sans cesse! De vin, poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise

É a hora de vos embriagardes! Para não serdes escravos martirizados do tempo, embriagai-vos! Embriagai-vos sem cessar! Com vinho, poesia, virtude! Como quiserdes!

To creep softly, like a coward, toward the treasures of your body, to whip your joyous flesh?

It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.

What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.

I think I need a drink.' 'Almost everybody does only they don't know it.

A man could lose his identity fucking around too much.

Where did all the women come from? The supply was endless. Each one of them was individual, different. Their pussies were different, their kisses were different, their breasts were different, but no man could drink them all, there were too many of them, crossing their legs, driving men mad. What a feast!

I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.

Ya got cigarettes?" she asks. "Yes," I say, "I got cigarettes." "Matches?" she asks. "Enough to burn Rome." "Whiskey?" "Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain." "You drunk?" "Not yet.

It's hard to drink when you dance. And it's hard to dance when you drink.

Don't you go to the movies? Mostly just to eat popcorn in the dark.

What is your advice to young writers? Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes. What is your advice to older writers? If you're still alive, you don't need any advice. What is the impulse that makes you create a poem? What makes you take a shit?

if I had a book or a drink then I didn't think too much of other things—fools create their own paradise.

I got my hands under the breasts, lifted them. Tons of meat. Meat without mouth or eye. MEAT MEAT MEAT. i slammed it into my mouth and flew into heaven.