I'm frugal. I'm not a very acquisitive woman. I never waste food. If you prepare your own food, you engage with the world, it tastes alive. It tastes good.
Menswear is about subtlety. It's about good style and good taste.
Good taste is as tiring as good company.
When you taste super-success after tasting super-failure, there is huge relief.
When we finished the kiss she said laughing, I can taste your loneliness - it tastes like vinegar. That annoyed me. Everyone knows loneliness tastes like cold potato soup.
You can’t compare the taste of organic and non organic fruits and vegetables. Organic tastes like a ten-minute trumpet solo in your mouth, and non organic tastes like a thirty second tape recording that’s been listened to a thousand times.
Where love sets the table food tastes at its best.
Even a sugar mother-in-law tastes bitter.
The important thing in life is to be.
My wife has her stuff and her taste, and I have my stuff and my taste.
I am an acquired taste. Do with that what you will.
It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.
Good taste - that's all you really need when you're playing an instrument.
Good taste is the first refuge of the non-creative. It is the last-ditch stand of the artist.
A spoon does not know the taste of soup, nor a learned fool the taste of wisdom.
Everyone thinks his own spit tastes good.
I decline the coffee. I don't drink it, because no matter how much sugar I put into it, it still tastes like ass-water to me. Maybe it's because my taste buds are so desensitized to sweet that anything not comprised of at least ninety percent sugar t...
I'm an aesthetic empiricist. If you like something, it doesn't matter who made it. There really is no objective standard other than your own taste. You develop your own tastes, you find things that do or do not fit your tastes, and therefore are or a...
Miles Raymond: [while tasting wine] It tastes like the back of a fucking L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and tur...
Jeb dragged a protesting Anita toward a rapidly approaching sheriff’s four-wheel drive. Blood dribbled through her fingers covering a gunshot wound on her arm. “Lady, I’ve never raised a hand to a woman in my life, but you are sorely testing my...
One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. "Good" is no longer good when one's neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a "common good"! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end it mus...