John Gay Quotes

Pleasures can undo a man at any time, if yielded to.

He is lost who is possessed by carnal desire.

Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.

Everybody's got their poison, and mine is sugar.

You can have a table full of gourmet food, but the minute you put a box of Entenmann's doughnuts out, that's all people are gonna talk about.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Desserts are like mistresses. They are bad for you. So if you are having one, you might as well have two.

People are distracted by objects of desire, and afterward repent of the lust they've indulged, because they have indulged with a phantom and are left even farther from Reality than before.

The more you pursue distractions, the less effective any particular distraction is, and so I'd had to up various dosages, until, before I knew it, I was checking my e-mail every ten minutes, and my plugs of tobacco were getting ever larger, and my two drinks a night had worsened to four, and I'd achieved such deep mastery of computer solitaire that my goal was no longer to win a game but to win two or more games in a row--a kind of meta-solitaire whose fascination consisted not in playing the cards but in surfing the streaks of wins and losses.

While forbidden fruit is said to taste sweeter, it usually spoils faster.

Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.

I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines

Many a man who goes to Las Vegas to get away from it all soon finds that Las Vegas gets it all away from him.

I have to be careful when I'm around sweets.

Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him.)

You start out with the sublime and you end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.

If you get deep enough, you get trapped. Stop calling yourself a user. You are being used.

In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.

Man loves his own ruin. The cup is so sweet that though he knows it will poison him, yet he must drink it. And the harlot is so fair, that though he understands that her ways lead down to hell, yet like a bullock he follows to the slaughter till the dart goes through his liver. Man is fascinated and bewitched by sin.

Once munching has begun, Schopenhauer held, the human will cannot resist further munching, and the result is a universe with crumbs over everything.

He said my name the way diabetics talked about hot fudge sundaes.

I got fame and fortune, and I lost my sense of reasoning.

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.