Quotes About Indulgence

I'd say to myself, Andrew Compton, you've sucked their cold mouths and cocks; you've licked their blood from your hands by the bucketful; you've boiled the flesh off their skulls, then used the same pot to make curry. Why not just fry up a few tender bits and see what it's like—perhaps with a nice egg?

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife. —SCYLVENDI

I know it's ridiculous to drink skim milk when you're pigging out on a chocolate bar, but I figured, why not cut calories where you can?

What did I do? he said. Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

Things that Shane doesn't want on his grave: (1.) I thought it wasn't loaded. (2.) Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. (3.) Killed over Ice Cream

She was starting to feel a little like a hamburger at a dieters' convention. Nobody was likely to snack on her, but absolutely everybody noticed she was edible.

Happy birthday," she said. "And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

It's not just a miracle; it's a miracle with chocolate. Best kind.

Of course. What else? Why can't any of you guys ever come up with something that uses chocolate?

I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.

It's an excuse to let their vilest impulses out to play.

I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?

Whoever invented adding melted cheese over starchy goodness was surely the most brilliant human ever.

All I ever think about is food or sex.

The worse people feel the next day, the better the party.

This is why I should consider breaking my straight-edge vow. Beer most certainly would help this situation. It probably couldn't make it any worse. Basic

My fork wanders into the soufflé to grab a small portion. I place the chocolate soufflé onto my tongue, which is instantly alerted to a taste of such exquisite beauty that I want to gasp from the sensational shock. Warm chocolate, both cakelike and gooey, penetrates all sides of my mouth, spreading sweetness and wonder.

Hot chocolate should be sinful, and I don't believe in sinning in half measures.

Ese día, para Farid el amor era parecido a un lujo.

My point of view is this: If you like root-beer floats so much, have one on Monday, another on Tuesday, and a third on Wednesday.

Remember, there are cookies waiting here for you.

Such grief might be to them quite delicious, a delicacy.

I believed suddenly not merely in evil as a necessary antagonist in movies and books—bad guys and boogeymen—not merely in evil as the consequence of parental rejection or parental indulgence or social injustice, but in Evil as a presence alive in the world.

In fact, although it isn't profound, there are worse mottoes to live by than "We might as well eat.