Oh, I find whatever you do a source of perpetual fascination.

What's the good of resisting temptation? There'll always be more.

For Polletti, experience had brought only the bitter residue of pleasure which is the true essence of disenchantment. Certain delights which in his youth had seemed unique and unobtainable had turned out, upon acquisition, to be infinitely and drearily repeatable.

What is intoxicating about bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of offensiveness.

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.

I take it to be axiomatic that people are revolted by witnessing the shameless gratification of an appetite they do not share.

The taste of self-inflicted suffering, of an evening trashed in spite, brought curious satisfactions. Other people stopped being real enough to carry blame for how you felt. Only you and your refusal remained. And like self-pity, or like the blood that filled your mouth when a tooth was pulled - the salty ferric juices that you swallowed and allowed yourself to savor - refusal had a flavor for which a taste could be acquired.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

Stay hungry. Stay foolish. Never let go of your appetite to go after new ideas, new experiences, and new adventures.

it is extremely trying when one has once tasted pleasure to abstain from its enticements, so the reward of doing this is proportionately great.

Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.

A passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young.

Just another taste of pleasure.

Sometimes repugnance overrides psychological curiosity, and sometimes psychological curiosity is no more illuminating than pornography.