Once you have a child, that becomes your life, and while that's the way it should be, I sort of have a love affair with my work. Having said that, many of us work far too hard and we don't put enough value in the epicurean, sensual part of life.
Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.
My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail.
I'm a sensualist. My two main indulgences are dark chocolate and massages.
I engaged in an adult consensual affair with another man.
To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
Sensual excess drives out pity in man.
Sometimes a woman's looks or sensuality are too readily wrapped up in their power.
Making pizza is a great job. All that kneading the dough - everything to do with cooking is wonderful, sensual.
You know, music is sex. It's a sensual driving mode that affects people if it's played a certain way.
To have no heroes is to have no aspiration, to live on the momentum of the past, to be thrown back upon routine, sensuality, and the narrow self.
I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.
There are four Powers: memory and intellect, desire and covetousness. The two first are mental and the others sensual. The three senses: sight, hearing and smell cannot well be prevented; touch and taste not at all.
Intellectual passion drives out sensuality.
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