Quotes About Indulgence

Fucking, drinking, smoking, loving, living, freebasing, spending, laughing, crying, working, falling apart, kissing, writing, blacking out.

Launching a sustained assault on the citadel of good times.

Rosania says. "To keep them to myself would be unimaginable. Wine is meant to be shared." It's a refreshing attitude, particularly if you are on the receiving end of it. The night before the auction I personally consumed, by my best estimate, over $20,000 worth of his wine—including the 1945 Mouton and the 1947 Cheval Blanc—and I was one of fourteen drinkers.

This was what America meant to me: food with a certain shamelessness; lunch with its knickers around its ankles.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING AFTER THE ORGY?

For myself, I pick up two stuffed turnovers, which slide down my throat like letters into a mailbox.

chaise lounge' days, when, too tired to lift even a paintbrush, she would lie about nibbling candied rose leaves.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Poor me. There's nothing so sweet as wallowing in it is there? Wallowing is sex for depressives.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Wallowing is sex for depressives.

My usual confessional is a straight Macallan but not before 5 o'clock. Perhaps that's why I try and have my crises in the evening.

Clo was looking like the cat who got the cream, the kippers, the peanut butter, the sliced chicken and a lifetime's supply of genetically engineered slow-moving mice.

A slice of cake never made anyone fat. You don't eat the whole cake. You don't eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that's safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what is served on the happiest days of your life.

Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always a person at the table...No, really, I couldn't...Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn't a person with discipline, that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy.

the surest way to feel rich was to invest in quality nonessentials.

This rat was not just eating the sugar. He was bathing in it, wallowing in it, positively luxuriating in it, his flickering tail hanging over the side of the bowl, flinging sugar across the table.

I just work out hard enough that, if I'm craving something, I eat it and know I'm going to burn it off the next day with extra intensity

Sensuality takes planning and work.

The only reason I work out is so I can eat more cheese.

How did I get hooked? Well, it's something like you journalists having a drink after work

The fact is, I diet every day of my life. I have to work at it. But I diet so I can pig out.

One way or another we all work for our vice.

The favorite method of vice is to diss all responsibility be work or social, go off by myself, and enjoy a good steak and a great glass of wine. Oh yeah, and my kids are there too.