Quotes About Indulgence

If Falstaff had stuck to martinis, he'd be with us today.

At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe'sWe drank our liquor straight,Some went upstairs with Margery,And some, alas, with Kate.

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.

If you want to eat well in England, eat three breakfasts.

I would like to have great iron claws, and to put them about the pillars, and to pull and pull till everything fell into pieces. Jerome. I don't see what good that would do you. Paul Ruttledge. Oh, yes it would. When everything was pulled down we would have more room to get drunk in, to drink contentedly out of the cup of life, out of the drunken cup of life.

I'm a salty, greasy girl. I give every french fry a fair chance. Could you just lay some lard in my belly?

Christmas is a good excuse to eat everything.

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

Sometimes I like to get drunk and buy things on the internet, and then I wake up the next day and find 'em on my doorstep, and it's like Christmas. I get excited.

Starting to drink now in preparation for New Years. No more last minute stuff like Christmas.

How do you survive Christmas? You drink a lot. And drink a lot, right. Drink a lot and drink a lot.

Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC.

Drive-in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin.

Early on, when my wife and I were dating, we went to the grocery store, and I told her that sometimes I just buy birthday cakes, and I eat them. And she said: 'Really? I do, too.'

I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

A little poison now and then: that makes for pleasant dreams. And a lot of poison at the end, for a pleasant death.

When we're binging, we do not think about death. We just think about how good it tastes.

Entertainment for entertainment's sake is the most expensive form of death.

Somehow Christians have gotten a reputation as anti-pleasure, and this despite the fact that they believe pleasure was an invention of the Creator himself. We Christians have a choice. We can present ourselves as uptight bores who sacrificially forfeit half the fun of life by limiting our indulgence in sex, food, and other sensual pleasures. Or we can set about enjoying pleasure to the fullest, which means enjoying it in the way the Creator intended.

However much I might please Henry, he was still her boy—her lovely indulged spoilt golden boy. He might summon me or any other girl to his room, without disturbing the constant steady affection between them which had sprung from her ability, long ago, to love this man who was more foolish, more selfish, and less of a prince than she was a princess.

Hungry people are eventually going to eat, and eat with a vengeance!

Pleasure is the bait of sin

No thing more excellent nor more valuable than wine was ever granted mankind by God.

I carried my pint to a corner table and sat just looking at it for a moment: the head of foam, the tiny bubbles ascending through clear gold, the droplets condensing on the sides of the glass, then running down to form a wet circle on the beer mat. Reputations are ruined, marriages destroyed, lifes works forsaken for the beauty of such a sight. There are seven thousand pubs in London.