Quotes About Indulgence

Now it's as if buying a new phone is like winning some kind of contest. I felt as if I were in a bidding war for the color I wanted, not that I actually care, because I'll get a case to prevent the thing from shattering the first time it falls out of my bra strap.

It's almost seems as though there's a battle going on between the public and all the fast-food establishments, and, believe me, I think it's very tasty food.

If all else fails, pillage the fridge.

I take a long gulp of the shake and then say to Blake, "Was there ever a generation that had to live without chocolate?" "I don't know. I don't spend time pondering such atrocities.

People will travel anywhere for good food - it's crazy.

If you love something, set it free. Unless it's chocolate. Never release chocolate.

Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false promises of transcendence. I loved her, and I would continue to follow her siren call until my wallet--or liver, whichever came first--gave out.

Is all this necessary?" Bowen wanted to know. "Perhaps not," Wolfe allowed, "but I'm exposing a murderer and claim a measure of indulgence. You must have expected to spend hours here. Am I tedious?" "Go ahead.

Indeed." Wolfe wiggled a finger at him. "Have you eaten terrapin stewed with butter and chicken broth and sherry?

I don't want to eat," she said in a thin voice. "I can't eat." She ate seven sausages, which was nothing against her grief. Fritz's saucisse minuit would make Gandhi a gourmet.

I decided never to eat bacon again. But I happen to adore bacon, so that didn't last long.

And on that table was the most impressive assortment of food: salmon mousse in the shape of a salmon; cold chickens; quail; a huge platter of oysters, shrimp and lobster claws; all kinds of salads; fruits and cheese. It was all so beautifully arranged that I hardly dared to touch it. At one end was a huge bowl of peaches.

I tucked into a plate of bacon, kidneys and fried bread, plus a couple of slices of toast and Cooper's Oxford marmalade.

We had a creamed turnip soup followed by a terrine that was composed of delightful layers of goodness knows what. Then a poached fillet of sole with pommes dauphine and finally a baba au rhum and coffee. All this was accompanied by a crisp white wine, and I was frankly ready for a nap when we returned to the Rue Cambon.

Politics was for those who had too much to eat.

Entitlement is a double- edged sword (or a double-jawed trap) for kids. On one edge it gives kids all that they don't need—indulgence, dullness, conceit, and laziness; and on the backswing, it takes from them everything they do need—motivation, inde- pendence, inventiveness, pride, responsibility, and a chance to really work for things and to build their own sense of fulfill- ment and self-esteem.

In the name of love, we give our kids ? indulgence rather than consequences; ? instant rather than delayed gratification; ? laxness rather than discipline; ? dependence rather than independence; ? and entitlement rather than responsibility.

Sometimes dessert really is delicious, and we do best to go for it. Sometimes it is best to fall in love. But it is clear that when we are in a hot state, we can often get into a lot of trouble.

A thirty-two-ounce soda and a tank of gas is America distilled to its seminal fluids.

I'm an animal! he exulted. I'm a dumb, stupid animal and I'm going to drink!

Princes have far more toys than they need.

CHRISTMAS EVE: There's a fire blazing in the fireplace, food enough for five thousand, and a new TV as big as Wyoming tuned to a football game no one cares about.

She was a full lipped and hipped italian tomato with Rome burning in her eyes. She had the look of a carnival in Rio, or Mardi Gras in New Orleans, or bullfights in Spain, or Saturday night in my apartment.

The most valued pleasure of the people I knew was a car, the most cherished experience a bottle of whisky, the most sought-after prize somebody else's wife.