Quotes About Indulgence

Life is a banquet and most poor bastards are starving to death!

we shopped and we shopped and we shopped, and now we're dying for a drink." She glanced at me. "From the look of you, you suffer from no such problem.

The madness of Christmas is not to be resisted by any human means. It either stealthily creeps or crudely batters its way into every fastness or fortress of prudence all over the land.

pleasure you want. Use

I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. I summoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.

It's like this: if you have one piece of cake, and you eat it, that's fine. If you have two pieces of cake, you should probably share some with a friend. But maybe not. Occasionally we could all use two pieces of cake. But if you have a whole cake, and you eat *all* of it, that's not very cool. It's not just selfish, it's kinda sick and unhealthy.

We want the sweet things, but we need the unpleasant ones.

Quizá faltan unas gotas de limón pensó, pero esto ya era casi frívola glotonería, porque cuando bebía después de cada bocado un pequeño sorbo de vino tinto de la botella y se lo paseaba por la lengua y entre los dientes, el regusto algo metálico del pescado se mezclaba con el fuerte y ácido perfume del vino de un modo tan convincente, que Jonathan estaba seguro de no haber comido en toda su vida mejor que ahora, en este momento.

Dondequiera que uno dirigiese la mirada, reinaba el desenfreno. La gente leía libros, incluso las mujeres.

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful," said West, who was talking about sex, not vitamins.) Second,

whenever someone asks him why he smokes, he inevitably answers: "Because I like to cough.

They say a cigarette takes three minutes off your life, but good hashish makes dying seem so far away.

Sto facendo studi a dimostrazione che il vino rosso è davvero la panacea per tutti i mali

Let's go back to the question of what people want and consider an answer that, whatever else one might say about it, is at least pretty clear. It's pleasure. The Greek term for pleasure is h?don?, which is why those who argue for the centrality of pleasure are called hedonists.

You see more undone buttons and exposed podge outside a beer tent than anywhere short of the Flaborama on Boojus 5.

Our affluence does not make us selfish; it simply enables us to afford more sophisticated expressions of selfishness.

Is that a knife in his hand or an ice cream cone? You'll never know until you taste it.

In my playing days, like a lot of jocks, I hung out at places like the Booby Trap and Cheetah and other strip joints. Booze and breasts and wasted nights. Maybe getting older and presumably wiser ain't such a bad deal.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well presented body; but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "Woo hoo, what a ride!

And so I continue in borderline poverty, save for my one indulgence, no, my single absolute necessity: I take cabs. Yes, on occasion, when I wish to see what people with unpleasant skin conditions are wearing, I do take the subway. I have never, I am proud to say, taken the bus, because people who take the bus have given up.

I don't want to spend my life not having good food going into my pie hole. That hole was made for pies.

Bein' rich is having leftovers. Good leftovers make yo' tongue fly outta yo' mouth and smack yo' brains out.

Minnie's casseroles were bottomless. The guests grew stunned with food and wine. They could have been picked off with peashooters one by one.