I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I refuse to spend my life worrying about what I eat. There is no pleasure worth forgoing just for an extra three years in the geriatric ward.
Food decisions - do I eat this or not? - are always going to be there.
I didn't want to stay until I had used up all the enjoyment because that's too long to stay anywhere.
You can keep the body as well-oiled and receptive as possible, but whether you're actually going to be able to go for the long haul is really not your own choice.
If I must choose between healthy and tasty, I go for the second: having only one life to waste, it might as well be a pleasurable one.
I may sample at Pinkberry, but when I find a flavor I like, I'm pretty committed to it.
If you want something, have it. If you feel like it's forbidden, you'll want it even more. Whenever I have a craving, I go and have it and just make sure I don't have it again the next day.
My thinking about plastic surgery is this. I haven't had it, but never say never. Because when you do, you are definitely going to go there.
To taste fully is to live fully.
I'm taking Viagra and drinking prune juice - I don't know if I'm coming or going.