Quotes About Indulgence

I read the booklet from cover to cover like it was a wonderful meal and I was a starving man. I devoured every word.

Come over here and light me a cigarette, she'd said. I'd snuck a little inhale, and my mother had smiled. But then she'd said, Don't get started with something you won't be able to do without.

I never saw the point in going out to fancy restaurants. It's not that I don't appreciate good food; I love good food. But why go to all this trouble? Why put on fancy clothes to eat? I

The candy bars in their paper wrappers also had interesting names such as "Nummy Bar

But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favourite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?

I love my pizza so much, in fact, that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me, in return. I am having a relationship with this pizza, almost an affair.

Generally speaking, though, Americans have an inability to relax into sheer pleasure. Ours is an entertainment-seeking nation, but not necessarily a pleasure-seeking one.

I had to do something about my longing, so I got up, went to the kitchen in my nightgown, peeled a pound of potatoes, boiled them up, sliced them, fried them in butter, salted them generously and ate every bite of them - asking my body the whole while if it would please accept the satisfaction of a pound of fried potatoes in lieu of the fulfillment of lovemaking. My body replied, only after eating every bite of food: No deal, babe.

Once I got the hang of it, I found that eating alone by the window in a quiet restaurant is one of life's greatest secret pleasures.

What did I want to do with myself? I wanted to do this! I wanted to drink martinis with showgirls, and listen to Broadway business talk, and eavesdrop on the gossip of boys who looked like girls! I wanted to hear about people's big sex lives!

Nor did it occur to me that I couldn't keep a showgirl in my bedroom as a pet, just because I felt like it.

Tiramisu for desert.

Franza o Spagna, purchè se magna," which means, in dialect, "France or Spain, as long as I can eat.

you may be wondering how it was physically possible for us to drink more than we already did, but here is the thing about drinking: one can always drink more, if one is truly committed. It's just a matter of discipline, really.

I love my pizza so much, in fact, that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me, in return.

I had to do something about my longing, so I got up, went to the kitchen in my nightgown, peeled a pound of potatoes, boiled them up, sliced them, fried them in butter, salted them generously and ate every bite of them—asking my body the whole while if it would please accept the satisfaction of a pound of fried potatoes in lieu of the fulfillment of lovemaking.

sabe dónde hay que comer en Roma, incluyendo una gelateria donde dan helado de pastel de arroz (y si no es eso lo que comen en el cielo, pues mejor no ir).

doing nothing but eating pasta

But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favorite fountain? And then to do it again the next day? Of

Have you ever noticed that once you have had a tasted of certain sweets- raspberry trifle is my own despair- it is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to crave until you have taken another bite?

Val's upper lip curled as he wondered if Mrs. Crumb knew the meaning of the word fun . Most likely she dismissed it as something vaguely shameful and leading to sin - which, at the best of times, it was .

Then he dived back into the storage compartment and came back up with a hamper containing a small bottle of milk for the tea, a basket of peeled hard-boiled eggs, ham sliced so thin it was nearly transparent, crumbling sharp cheese, crusty bread, a cold raspberry tart, and several crisp apples, all served on China plates.

Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we report to work.

Here I am, in a lovely hotel room, with my own bathroom. I have never experienced such incredible luxury.