Quotes About Indulgence

A little wine is good for the soul." "A lot is better.

Il piacere è una religione e il corpo è il suo tempio.

Jij neukt me vanachter terwijl ik de pennette ai quattro formaggi doorroer.

Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.

Everything tastes better with maple syrup.

Jack Daniels. Damn, she broke out the good stuff for him.

He was born for hookers and tequila. And there was a disturbing lack of both in his new bunker of an office here buried underneath a mountain outside Denver. "One

Like a cookie crumbled but you eat it anyway, life is.

Fursey was now eating—and drinking, always drinking—at Mulstan's expense, not her uncle's. The gift of kings, her mother said: to make others pay.

Sometimes I think I know you, know who you are deep down, better than you know yourself. You think efficiency is the key to your personality, but it's not. You're a sensualist, a hedonist of the first order. Look at the way you cradle that cup, the way you tilt your face to the sun like a flower." "It's efficient. Absorbing heat means my body doesn't have to create its own." "But it's also delicious.

Modern man defends nothing energetically except his right to debauchery.

The ability to consume pornography is the distinctive characteristic of the imbecile.

Porn and gaming have become the bread and circuses of the internet.

To be a poet is to place pleasure, beauty and sensual delights front and centre, it means having a predilection for debauchery.

I don't really believe in diets. I love food... If I deprive myself, I'm going to want it more. I snack on yogurt, raw cashews and cherry tomatoes.

I cannot go any further without mentioning my favourite biscuit of all time, now sadly, tragically, extinct. The oaty, crumbly, demerara notes of the long-forgotten Abbey Crunch will remain forever on my lips. I loved the biscuit as much as anything I have ever eaten, and often, in moments of solitude, I still think about its warm, buttery, sugary self.

It is the deep, salty stickiness of food that intrigues me more than any other quality.

Pamper a tomato, overfeed it, overwater it and you will get a Paris Hilton of a tomato.

Mit unserer Psyche stimmt etwas nicht, wenn wir glauben, wir müssten uns selbst mit dem Backen von Petit Fours abquälen.

In England and America people tend to graze all day long, but I think it's such a waste to be constantly picking at food because you then can't enjoy a proper full meal when the time comes.

I don't believe you can ever really cook unless you love eating.

Sometimes it's good just to be seduced by the particular cheeses spread out in front of you on a cheese counter.

You feel something you haven't for years: it's to do with university parties with bathtubs of alcohol and the smell of hamburgers on fingers and beer in a kiss. You should have been disgusted by all that but you weren't. You'd be wet so quick; to get their clothes off, to have their weight upon you, to be rammed against a wall with your leg curled up.

Wit ought to be a glorious treat, like caviar. Never spread it about like marmalade.