“I tasted life.”
“I toast life and taste it's goodness”
“All of life is a dispute over taste and tasting.”
“I love vulgarity, good taste is death, vulgarity is life”
“For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.”
“You tasted it. Isn't that enough? Of what do you ever get more than a taste? That's all we're given in life, that's all we're given of life. A taste. There is no more.”