This was the magic of feasting & fucking, of savoring the…

“She writes like she’s starving and reads like she’s feasting.”

— R.D. Larson

Fasting is not nearly so deadly as feasting.

— J. Harold Smith

In those days it was possible for a Greek to flee from an over-abundant reality as though it were but the tricky scheming off…

— Friedrich Nietzsche

I knock unbidden once at every gate-- If sleeping, wake--if feasting, rise before I turn away--it is the hour of fate, And they who…

— John James Ingalls

We expect too much at Christmas. It's got to be magical. It's got to go right. Feasting. Fun. The perfect present. All that anticipation.…

— Pam Brown

People go through life blindly, ignoring death like revellers at a party feasting on fine foods. They ignore that later they will have to…

— Ajahn Chah

And if I'm guilty of having gratuitous sex, then I'm also guilty of having gratuitous violence, and gratuitous feasting, and gratuitous description of clothes,…

— George R. R. Martin

“Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody. Samuel Pepys”

— Les Parrott III

Our traditions have been waking up on Christmas morning and feasting on a southern breakfast. I'm from the South. We eat grits and biscuits…

— Leigh-Allyn Baker

“How often, in our Christian lives, do we settle for a "snack"--something quick--instead of feasting on all we have in Jesus? Are we looking…

— Grace Mally

For centuries men have kept an appointment with Christmas. Christmas means fellowship, feasting, giving and receiving, a time of good cheer, home.

— Anonymous

“We don't see the New Testament church hoarding the feast for themselves, gorging, getting fatter and fatter and asking for more; more bible studies,…

— Jen Hatmaker

“I propose a toast to mirth; be merry! Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and the digest. let…

— Victor Hugo

A woman after my own heart. (Stryker) You’re absolutely right about that. Nothing would please me more than ripping that organ out of you…

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

— Mason Cooley