Quotes About Indulgence

Sin became a luxury, a flower set in her hair, a diamond fastened on her brow.

This was the time when the rush for the spoils filled a corner of the forest with the yelping of hounds, the cracking of whips, the flaring of torches. The appetites let loose were satisfied at last, shamelessly, amid the sound of crumbling neighbourhoods and fortunes made in six months. The city had become an orgy of gold and women.

All round there was a rising tide of beer, widow Désir's barrels had all been broached, beer had rounded all paunches and was overflowing in all directions, from noses, eyes - and elsewhere. People were so blown out and higgledy-piggledy, that everybody's elbows or knees were sticking into his neighbour and everybody thought it great fun to feel his neighbour's elbows. All mouths were grinning from ear to ear in continuous laughter.

spoilt his eye (35)

It's like Brad Pitt for us. You might not like blond men with pretty features, but c'mon, it's Brad. You're not going to kick him out of bed for eating crackers.

Love that Ritz!" he said. "A lot of folks swear by the Crescent Court, but it has nothing on the Ritz. Such a classic. And do you know that they have their own nightly guacamologist? How divine is that?

Why is it that the nicest things never are healthy?

A mí en cambio, cuando algo me gusta, me gusta siempre; como me pasa con las chocolatinas, que nunca me canso de comerlas

Swiping's bad but if I was a swiper I'd swipe good stuff like cars and chocolates.

I think about pasta in the shape of Hello Kitty, stockings with diamond seams up the back, Marilyn's crumbling cake-mascara, and Liz Taylor's new white hair. I haven't got time for the trivials.

I thought of him, with his feet in the Chateau Marmont pool and his fork in a carrot cake. He was just a little kid. I was upset at what I had introduced him to, the records and films he didn't already know. I felt like a mother who had left syringes around the room and let her baby get hooked on hard drugs.

Have you ever eaten something appalling for breakfast, something really bad for you, a chocolate cake, and just thought, Fuck it, this is bad, I'd better keep going? Christ, this is making me feel horrible, I'd better have more?

He tongue swiped my sex like was licking the frosting off a cupcake. I called out to heaven again. . . . My sounds encouraged him to torture me.

The current demand for marijuana and pornography is deeply revealing. Here are two commodities that Americans publicly abhor, privately adore, and buy in astonishing amounts.

I was glowing with health and well-being, as a woman will glow when she's been fucked four times in one day by two different men

Dig in the pope's pocket for the bullet, the brown glass vial with the magic top. Snort. Taste chemicals running down the back of your throat. Snort again.

A literary academic can no more pass a bookstore than an alcoholic can pass a bar.

Let me enjoy my fan-wanking. Your what? Let me arrange the story to meet my own personal needs.

Self-denial is indulgence of a propensity to forego.

Feast, n. A festival. A religious celebration usually signalized by gluttony and drunkenness, frequently in honor of some holy person distinguished for abstemiousness.

once a man has tasted strong drink, he finds wine insipid

All pleasures must be paid for, do not despise those that state their price.

We finished off a small pie and when we got home I washed the tomato sauce out of her hair, which I had expected, but also out of her underwear, which I think must be the sign that you have really, really enjoyed your lunch.

he felt about a meal in a restaurant the way people feel about money and good health: always better to have it.