Quotes About Indulgence

If a struldbrug happen to marry one of his own kind, the marriage is dissolved of course, by the courtesy of the kingdom, as soon as the younger of the two comes to be fourscore; for the law thinks it a reasonable indulgence, that those who are condemned, without any fault of their own, to a perpetual continuance in the world, should not have their misery doubled by the load of a wife. "As

I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!

No sane man can afford to dispense with debilitating pleasures; no ascetic can be considered reliably sane. Hitler was the archetype of the abstemious man.

in a moment of indulgence, I'd had my face carved in Mount Rushmore, so I wasn't one to judge.

Honey or condensed milk with your bread?" he was so excited that he said, "Both," and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, "but don't bother about the bread, please.

it all comes of liking honey so much.

It must be pleasant to be occasionally guilty of a small abomination.

When I was 11 my friend's mom made a peanut butter sandwich. I ate the sandwich and was like, 'I'm never eating anything else again.' And I still eat peanut butter every day. I would put peanut butter on a steak.

Luxury, that baneful poison, has unstrung and enfeebled her sons.

There are those people who can eat one piece of chocolate, one piece of cake, drink one glass of wine. There are even people who smoke one or two cigarettes a week. And then there are people for whom one of anything is not even an option.

While forbidden fruit is said to taste sweeter, it usually spoils faster.

Pre-heat the oven? Really? If I was the sort of person who planned ahead, I wouldn't be eating this Totino's Party Pizza in the first place.

I once saw ten minutes of The Big Breakfast and it was quite enough to convince me that television in the morning was like drinking in the morning: only real addicts could possibly do it without throwing up.

A lobster bisque ought to be the crowning glory of the potager. And this one was excellent. Silky as a gigolo's compliment and fishy as a chancellor's promise.

Johnnie Walker in the tea, Jim Beam in the coffee

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

To eat passionately is to allow the world in.

As a culture, we really like our food passive.

Pasta doesn't make you fat. How much pasta you eat makes you fat.

In heaven, after antipasti, the first course will be pasta.

I am not someone who ever feels bad about eating a big bowl of pasta for dinner.

Oh, my God, I love pasta.

America has been conditioned to think of pasta as the never-ending pasta bowl and Olive Garden.

Normally I don't feel like having a belly full of pasta.