Two times twice now, I have been called arrogant, by the decadent.I'd rather be overly self confident, rather than overly self indulgent.

Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs, but not every man's greed.

Let those who wish have their respectability- I wanted freedom, freedom to indulge in whatever caprice struck my fancy, freedom to search in the farthermost corners of the earth for the beautiful, the joyous, and the romantic.

Guilt is an indulgence, it entangles you in the past.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun….

There is no pleasure that I haven't made myself sick on.

Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself.

All life is a jest, Imhotep - and it is death who laughs last. Do you not hear it at every feast? Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die.

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.

The weak thrive on indulgence.