Quotes About Indulgence

it's like a mini Bourbon Street with less culture and more disgusting hookers.

The German lives in a state of perpetual intestinal embarrassment due to an excess of beer and the pork sausages on which he gorges himself.

daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh: the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.

I felt dull and somnolent, for daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh: the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time. William

Ik voelde me verdoofd van de slaap, want de slaap overdag is als de zonde van het vlees: hoe meer je ervan hebt gehad, hoe meer je ervan zou willen hebben, en toch voel je je ongelukkig, voldaan en onvoldaan tegelijkertijd.

Are there not moments, he asked William, when you would also do shameful things to get your hands on a book you have been seeking for years?

Il sonno diurno è come il peccato della carne: più se ne è avuto più se ne vorrebbe, eppure ci si sente infelici, sazi e insaziati allo stesso tempo.

I felt dull and somnolent, for daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh: the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.

My happiness is measured in Inches, 2, 4, 6, 8, .... I LOVE SHOES TOO MUCH....

Hunger is the best sauce. When you always have regular meals, you lose your appreciation for food. Too much of a good thing spoils it.

Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.

Curiosity is a sort of gluttony. To see is to devour.

From the picnic basket, she withdrew a crusty baguette, a wedge of rich, double-cream cheese, two apples, some slices of paper-thin Bayonne ham, and a bottle of Bollinger '36.

She ate life with unapologetic enthusiasm and took as many helpings as she wanted.

In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be.

Voilà," Rachel said. "Our plan. Should we open a bottle of cognac now, or gin?" "It's ten o'clock in the morning." "You're right. Of course. A French 75.

Our plan. Should we open a bottle of cognac now, or gin?

Indeed. When it comes to books, the saucier, the better, don't you think?

He tells me I'm "the ultimate poster child for my generation—you have everything you could possibly want, sky's the limit, then you decide you've got to burn down the joint, you do all this lunatic shit, then you suddenly change your mind and decide, 'Nah, America's not so bad after all—waiter, I'll have another chardonnay,' tuck in to this sweet life, and get away with it all scot-fucking-free.

all i want...is mac and cheese

I am simply a 'book drunkard.' Books have the same irresistible temptation for me that liquor has for its devotee. I cannot withstand them.

liquor and loquacity are your besetting weaknesses.

She bit delicately down on a breadstick, holding it between her teeth.. "Mind if I have a Bite" Shock snapped her eyes wide open and froze her breath..dark eyes dominating her field of vision, a whiff of some kind of calogne in her nostrils, two long fingers tilting her chin up. Damon leaned in, and neatly and precisely, bit off the other end of the bread stick.

Oh, all right, you big baby," she said. "If you really want it. I should have gotten you a rattle and a pacifier, too.