Gayle King Quotes

No more turkey, but I'd like some more of the bread it ate.

In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.

Yield to temptation. It may not pass your way again.

People's love of sweets and guilty feelings about overindulgence are pretty universal.

Appetite is essentially insatiable, and where it operates as a criterion of both action and enjoyment (that is, everywhere in the Western world since the sixteenth century) it will infallibly discover congenial agencies (mechanical and political) of expression.

Chocolate is maybe my only vice. In particular, Godiva's champagne truffles. Or Dean & Deluca vanilla cupcakes. Just thinking about them - oh my gosh!

We tend to connect bad food and bad habits with romance and sex.

All the things I really like to do are either immoral, illegal or fattening.

I have the biggest sweet tooth of anybody.

Uriah drops his tray next to me. It is loaded with beef stew and chocolate cake. I stare at the cake pile. “There was cake?” I say, looking at my own plate, which is more sensibly stocked than Uriah’s. “Yeah, someone just brought it out. Found a couple boxes of the mix in the back and baked it,” he says. “You can have a few bites of mine.” “A few bites? So you’re planning on eating that mountain of cake by yourself?” “Yes.” He looks confused. “Why?” “Never mind.

We are all tempted, Mma. We are all tempted when it comes to cake.

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

If God had wanted me to lose weight he would have made sure there was creamed spinach for dessert.

Aphrodite is about lust and gluttony - the only two sins worth committing, in my opinion.

They used to have a fish on the menu that was smoked, grilled and peppered They did everything to this fish but pistol-whip it and dress it in Bermuda shorts.

I don't want to die tomorrow knowing I could've had a piece of cake tonight.

There's nothing better than cake but more cake.

Only last week I murdered a rock, injured a stone and hospitalized a brick.

I will go anywhere if you say the phrase 'there might be cake.' I would go to the Department of Motor Vehicles, register somebody else's boat in Spanish, a language I do not speak, without ID - for cake.

It's the Snickers bars. Snickers equal romance.

I've never been a fan of personality-conflict burgers and identity-crisis omelets with patchouli oil. I function very well on a diet that consists of Chicken Catastrophe and Eggs Overwhelming and a tall, cool Janitor-in-a-Drum. I like to walk out of a restaurant with enough gas to open a Mobil station.

In the order named, these are the hardest to control - wine, women and song.

and i wouldn't say no to something sweet.

Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs