Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.

I, personally, think there is a really danger of taking food too seriously. Food should be part of the bigger picture.

I personally don’t like to go see romantic comedies. But people do want to see them, and they seem to want to see me in them.

I don’t like headphones very much, and I rarely listen to music on headphones.

I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.

Nobody in Singapore drinks Singapore Slings. It’s one of the first things you find out there. What you do in Singapore is eat. It’s a really food-crazy culture, where all of this great food is available in a kind of hawker-stand environment.

I’ve lived in a big showplace house, and I never want to live again in a house that overshadows me.

There are GMO skeptics more in Europe maybe than in other places, but not exclusively.

I eat steak primarily. That’s pretty much what my diet consists of. Sometimes I supplement that with other steaks.

I never drink anything hot; I don’t like hot drinks, very strange.

We pay attention to every demographic in every country, so we’re going to focus on building things that teens are going to like, and we’re also going to focus on building things that other folks are going to like.

You know, I live a monastic lifestyle. No, I do. I do live in extremes, basically. I go back and forth. Once every six months, I’ll have a day where I eat more chocolate than has ever been consumed by a human being.

I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that are bad for me do not tempt me.

I don’t like perfumes that are too strong or sweet. I like a fragrance that is earthy and sensual and can be worn at any time.

No, I can’t do rap music!

Tell me what you like and I’ll tell you what you are.

I think being funny is not anyone’s first choice.

I have no desire to crow over anybody or to see anybody eating crow, figuratively or otherwise. We should all get together and make a country in which everybody can eat turkey whenever he pleases.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition, men have at all times, and in all countries, called in some physical aid to their moral consolations – wine, beer, opium, brandy, or tobacco.

People are generally proud of their food. A willingness to eat and drink with people without fear and prejudice… they open up to you in ways that somebody visiting who is driven by a story may not get.

So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.

I would say there are some foods that I strongly recommend that you do not eat. No. 1 on that list, I believe, is doughnuts. Comfort food. Zero value. Don’t eat them.

After a hard day of basic training, you could eat a rattlesnake.

I’m not a chick-flick enthusiast.

My father opened a restaurant. It’s so amazing… it’s so freaking delicious, but I’m telling you I gain five pounds every time I go in there.

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

I don’t like talking to celebrities.

Barbecue may not be the road to world peace, but it’s a start.

Let’s face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.

I don’t generally read reviews.

Context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one’s life.

I don’t have much patience for people who are self-conscious about the act of eating, and it irritates me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what’s appropriate or attractive.

The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.

I’ll bring my grits when I travel, because I get so hungry on the road.

I’m not a sandwich store that only sells turkey sandwiches. I sell a lot of different things.

I’m evangelical on the subject of some chefs and writers.

There is one thing I have never taught my body how to do and that is to figure out at 6 A.M. what it wants to eat at 6 P.M.

I love food.

I’m a fry lover.

Let a man walk ten miles steadily on a hot summer’s day along a dusty English road, and he will soon discover why beer was invented.

We have food all around us all the time, and if we haven’t eaten for three hours, we think we’re starving. You’re not starving – human beings can go for 30 days without food.

Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.

The first duty of government is to see that people have food, fuel, and clothes. The second, that they have means of moral and intellectual education.

The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.

My rule of life prescribed as an absolutely sacred rite smoking cigars and also the drinking of alcohol before, after and if need be during all meals and in the intervals between them.

I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

Facts are to the mind what food is to the body.

My dinners at home are startlingly simple. Every night, I stop at the market near my hotel and pick up a steak, lamb chops or some liver, which I broil in the electric oven in my room. I usually eat four or five raw carrots with my meat, and that is all. I must be part rabbit; I never get bored with raw carrots.

Those places I don’t understand, just doing bad food. It takes some doing. Making good pasta is so much easier than making bad stuff. It actually takes quite an effort to make poor linguine pomodora.

Think of our physical sustenance. It is truly heaven-sent. The necessities of air, food, and water all come to us as gifts from a loving Heavenly Father.

Do I have chocolate chip cookies? Yes, I do. Do I have mint chocolate chip milkshakes? Yes, I do. I love them. They are fantastic. But when I have them, they’re worth it. I earned them. I did something. I worked out super hard. I stayed clean on food.

There’s no difference between movies and television. None at all. Except in a lot of cases, television’s much better than movies.

Ice-cream is exquisite – what a pity it isn’t illegal.

But, you know, it’s still a drag to get your picture taken when you’re eating a sandwich. It’s a downer.

You’d have a hard time finding anything better than Barcelona for food, as far as being a hub. Given a choice between Barcelona and San Sebastian to die in, I’d probably want to die in San Sebastian.

Eating is so intimate. It’s very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you’re inviting a person into your life.

In New York I pretty much live in diners – I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.

Tokyo would probably be the foreign city if I had to eat one city’s food for the rest of my life, every day. It would have to be Tokyo, and I think the majority of chefs you ask that question would answer the same way.

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

Man seems to be the only animal whose food soils him, making necessary much washing and shield-like bibs and napkins. Moles living in the earth and eating slimy worms are yet as clean as seals or fishes, whose lives are one perpetual wash.

I won’t eat anything green.