Quotes About Indulgence

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon. It even tastes smoky, as if it emerged piping hot out of the fiery pans of hell.

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon. It even tastes smoky, as if it emerged piping hot out of the fiery pans of hell. More than any forbidden fruit, this delectable treat — best when crispy, the little grease bubbles still dancing happily on its crenelated edges — epitomizes things we know we shouldn't eat, but still crave and keep going back to. In short, it's food crack.

Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.

Our only real pleasure is to squander our resources to no purpose, just as if a wound were bleeding away inside us; we always want to be sure of the uselessness or the ruinousness of our extravagance.

Passer pour un idiot aux yeux d'un imbécile est une volupté de fin gourmet.

I thought of all the women on the Titanic who had refused dessert." Carrie's

It needs only a good bottle of wine for a roast chicken to be transformed into a banquet.

It was my birthday. I lay there savouring the feeling of having a whole day to myself when people would give me presents and the family would be forced to accede to any reasonable requests.

The meringues were large and white and brittle as coral and stuffed to overflowing with cream.

Many a man gets weary of clamping down on his rough impulses, which if given occasional release would encourage the living of life with salt in it, in place of dust.

He loves to eat - he puts mayonnaise on an aspirin.

I take him to McDonald's just to watch him eat and see the numbers change.

Bacchus has drowned more men than Neptune.

I know a man who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food. He was healthy right up to the time he killed himself.

The only things that distinguish us from the rest of the animals, Madam is our habit of drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at any time.

An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

It is customary these days to ignore what should be done in favour of what pleases us.

Sweets are good for the nerves.

Sir, when their backsides look good enough to slap, there's nothing more to do.

A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.

Wouldst thou both eat they cake and have it?

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

An indecent mind is a perpetual feast.