Quotes About Indulgence

The pleasure of sport was so often the chance to indulge the cessation of time itself--the pitcher dawdling on the mound, the skier poised at the top of a mountain trail, the basketball player with the rough skin of the ball against his palm preparing for a foul shot, the tennis player at set point over his opponent--all of them savoring a moment before committing themselves to action.

Go drink until it feels like you did the right thing.

Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I'm a happy man.

Everything's better with some wine in the belly.

Wine makes all things possible.

Give me priests who are fat and corrupt and cynical,(...) the sort who like to sit on soft satin cushions, nibble sweetmeats, and diddle little boys. It's the ones who believe in gods who make the trouble. (Tyrion)

spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for.

She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother's milk and Drogo's seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them… and then the glass was empty.

It was almost enough to put a man off whoring.

His stomach could not tolerate the snails and lampreys and other rich food Captain Khorane so relished, and after his first meal at the captain's table he spent the rest of the day with one end or the other dangling over the rail.

Never ask a baker what went into a pie. Just eat.

A man may prefer the taste of hippocras, yet if you set a tankard of ale before him, he will quaff it quick enough.

If you would sooner drown in wine, say the word and it shall be done, and quickly. Drowning cup by cup wastes time and wine both.

Every inn in the city is full, and the whores are walking bowlegged and jingling with each step.

I sit on the damn iron seat when I must. Does that mean I don't have the same hungers as other men? A bit of wine now and again, a girl squealing in bed, the feel of a horse between my legs? Seven hells, Ned, I want to hit someone.

The smell of food made him realize how ravenous he was. There was hot bread and honey, a bowl of pease porridge, a skewer of roast onions and well-charred meat. He sat by the tray, pulled apart the bread with his hands, and stuffed some into his mouth.

Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked?

Never ask the baker what went into the pie. Just eat.

He took another sip of ale, and began talking lovingly of breads and pies and tarts, all the things he loved. Arya rolled her eyes.

Water? Fuck your water. Bring me wine.

Part of it went on gambling, and part of it went on women. The rest I spent foolishly.

We then went to the swimming pool which is beyond the reception room. This was the finest pool I had ever seen, with red-and-green submerged lights, and a diving board in polished duraluminium.

Life is too short not to order the bacon dessert.

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon.