I hate committing myself to anything. It's probably the lack of discipline, honestly. I'm probably a spoiled brat worried about getting my way every time.
My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after, and if need be during all meals and the intervals between them.
People are often reproached because their desires are directed mainly to money and they are fonder of it than of anything else. Yet it is natural and even inevitable …. every other blessing can satisfy only one desire and one need; for instance, food is good only to the hungry, wine only for the healthy, medicine for the sick, a fur coat for winter, women for youth, and so on... Money alone is the absolutely good thing because it meets not merely one need in concreto, but needs generally in abstracto.
I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
I think 'selfies' are fun and expressive, as long as you don't get carried away with it.
Self-interest speaks all sorts of tongues and plays all sorts of characters, even that of disinterestedness
Jodi Melnick is hotly self-absorbed. Her onstage musicians are much too loud, and like so many narcissistic performers, she goes on much too long: She's interested in herself; why wouldn't we be?
It (masturbation) is called … ‘beastliness’, and this is about the best name for it…. Should it become a habit, it quickly destroys both health and spirits; he becomes feeble in body and mind, and often ends up in a lunatic asylum.
I was raised in a solidly upper-middle class family who had really strong values and excess was not one of the things that my family put up with. And there's something wildy decadent about the young-star lifestyle, and I just don't really see the point.
Go out one day and treat yourself. Go out and have the best sushi you can find, or go to the best barista in your city and have just a cup of cappuccino, and tell yourself that you deserve this. I think that is very empowering.
We humans are self-absorbed by nature, and spend most of our time focusing inwardly on our emotions, on our wounds, on our fantasies.
For me, writing essays, prose and fiction is a great way to be self-indulgent.
I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.
Majority of minds are warped into the belief of the only person worth helping is themself.
I keep saying I'm going to cut back on styling, but it's hard to give up.
'Wall Street' was the big movie of 1987, the year in which Harveys opened. It was a film about greed and self-indulgence, about hunger for success, and Michael Douglas's line, 'breakfast is for wimps,' became a mantra for anyone who wanted to get to the top.
I can't help it. I want to be a good Catholic, but I'm a hedonist.
OK, I'm as lazy as the next guy. Full disclosure. And I often feel guilty about it.
Like the 'little emperors' of one-child China, too many Boomers were taught early that the world was made (or saved) for their comfort and enjoyment. They behaved accordingly, with a self-indulgence that was wholly rational, given their situation.
He who is in love with himself has at least this advantage - he won't encounter many rivals.
Talk to a man about himself and he will listen for hours.
Being sorry for myself is a luxury I can't afford.
Economic man and sensual man are not suppressible.
Leftism and narcissism are almost synonymous
True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself, hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person.
