“I fell in love with McDonald's. McDonald's, to me, tasted like America. McDonald's is America. You see it advertised and it looks amazing. You crave it. You buy it. You take your first bite, and it blows your mind. It's even better than you imagined. Then, halfway through, you realize it's not all i…”— Trevor Noah, amazon.com
“I know the old saying “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.” Well, nothing tastes as good as being alive either.”— Shane Dawson, amazon.com
“You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.”— Anita Ofokansi, amazon.com
“If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.”— Clementine Von Radics, goodreads.com
“Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste.”— Voltaire, amazon.com
“I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.”— Marcel Duchamp, amazon.com
“There is sometimes an odor and a strange taste associated with an uncircumcised penis, usually because of hygiene issues.”— Adriana, badgirlsbible.com
“No, it doesn't taste bad. As long as it's clean, at least. The anus has no different of a taste than other parts of the genital area.”— Lane Moore, cosmopolitan.com
“What does it taste like? he asks me, his breath a sweet impermanence. Tell me what it tastes like.”— J. Scott Browniee, narrativemagazine.com
“The surest sign that a man has a genuine taste of his own is that he is uncertain of it.”— W.H Auden, amazon.com
“There is no such thing as a bad beer. It’s that some taste better than others.”— Bill Carter, books.google.com
“In all these things — in the choice of nutrition, of climate and locality, of recreation — an instinct of self-preservation is in command, expressing itself most unambiguously as an instinct of self-defense. Not to see many things, not to hear them, not to let them approach one — first act of pruden…”— Friedrich Nietzsche, amazon.com