Quotes About Indulgence

Pinocchio's really naughty. He's all impulse: 'I want to sleep now. I want to eat that. I want to run off to Pleasure Island.' It's commedia dell'arte meets Grimm's tales.

Anything that has a relationship with pleasure, we reject it. Eating, they talk about cholesterol; making love, they talk about AIDS; you talk about smoking, they talk about cancer. It's a very sick society that rejects pleasure.

I've gone to a tanning bed.

Let me finish my beer." (Stark) "Of course. The end of the world can wait.(Kasabian)

Vices shouldn't be safe. They're what remind us we're alive and mortal.

I once considered learning to love iced coffee, but then I remembered I'd have to kill myself, so I gave up the idea.

No one says anything for a minute. Then Fuck Hollywood says, "I know it's early, but can we start drinking?

Fuck me. I'm a rock star. And all I really wanted was a burrito.

I pull the cork and pour a glass full. Give it a sniff. There it is. The heady bouquet of gasoline and hot pepper. I sip it and shudder a little. It burns just right going down.

Is marijuana addictive? Yes, in the sense that most of the really pleasant things in life are worth endlessly repeating.

Nothing heals the soul like chocolate," she said. "I just love chocolate. It's God's apology for broccoli.

All women like chocolate, it's like female catnip.

His stack of waffles was like six inches high.

Chocolate is God's apology for brocolli

Nothing heals the soul like chocolate ... It's God's apology for broccoli.

a man with milk in his arteries and clabber in his veins.

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense within, with a glass of cold milk.

There's no mistake , he says. It's your drink, the one you asked for, just the way you like it. How can you refuse?

She had found in the past that a voluptuously long, hot shower cold be made to seem almost as health-giving as a night's sleep; she had learned too that taking exquisite pains over the selection and putting-on of clothes could sometimes be as good a way as any of helping the hours to pass.

She bought a chocolate bar and it tasted surprisingly good - as if, without her knowing it, sitting here and eating this chocolate was the one thing she had wanted to do all day.

Mmm. O positive, my favorite.

You should've just gotten a kids' meal.' Adrian told me, pointing to my half-eaten burger and fries. 'You could've saved me a lot of money. And gotten a toy.

Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding." "Why are they all high-calorie foods?

Adrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'" "Well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?" He shrugged. "I like fondue.