A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.

Eating words has never given me indigestion.

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.

Many people in this world are still so identified with every thought that arises in their head. There is not the slightest space of awareness there.

I hated the Naked Chef. Fine, yes, he did good things for school food or whatever, but, you know, I don’t want my chefs to be cute and adorable.

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

If I’m in the ‚hood, I like Chef Creole’s Haitian rice and stewed chicken.

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day.

I did this book ‚Harvest for Hope,‘ and I learned so much about food. And one thing I learned is that we have the guts not of a carnivore, but of an herbivore. Herbivore guts are very long because they have to get the last bit of nutrition out of leaves and things.

You don’t come into cooking to get rich.

Acorns were good until bread was found.

The boys know they’re from Southeast Asia, and they have their food and their music and their friends, and they have a pride particular to them.

We have communion with Christ in His thoughts, views, and purposes; for His thoughts are our thoughts according to our capacity and sanctity. Believers take the same view of matters as Jesus does; that which pleases Him pleases them, and that which grieves His grieves them also.

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

God doesn’t dwell in the wooden, stony or earthen idols. His abode is in our feelings, our thoughts.

The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.

What nicer thing can you do for somebody than make them breakfast?

Those thoughts are truth which guide us to beneficial interaction with sensible particulars as they occur, whether they copy these in advance or not.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings – always darker, emptier and simpler.

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

‚Kiss Land‘ wasn’t about what people wanted to hear on the radio. It was the state of mind I was in – introverted, like David Cronenberg’s ‚Naked Lunch.‘ You didn’t know if you were hearing a chorus or a verse. It was just my thoughts.

I’m very type-A, and many things in my life are about control and domination, but eating should be a submissive experience, where you let down your guard and enjoy the ride.

Songwriting is my way of channeling my feelings and my thoughts. Not just mine, but the things I see, the people I care about. My head would explode if I didn’t get some of that stuff out.

If I’m in Rome for only 48 hours, I would consider it a sin against God to not eat cacio e pepe, the most uniquely Roman of pastas, in some crummy little joint where Romans eat. I’d much rather do that than go to the Vatican. That’s Rome to me.

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

Don’t think you are going to conceal thoughts by concealing evidence that they ever existed.

Hong Kong is a wonderful, mixed-up town where you’ve got great food and adventure. First and foremost, it’s a great place to experience China in a relatively accessible way.

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.

It took me years to eat a lot of shellfish. I was probably 20 years old before I had even seen a shrimp cocktail. I like oysters, but fried.

I would never win an award for not loving pizza.

Great men are they who see that spiritual is stronger than any material force – that thoughts rule the world.

Steak and Shake in Indianapolis is definitely the first stop when we hit that city.

Everything that’s created comes out of silence. Your thoughts emerge from the nothingness of silence. Your words come out of this void. Your very essence emerged from emptiness. All creativity requires some stillness.

I very rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterwards.

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

No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.

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.

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.

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

When he speaks to you he speaks with an earnest vibe and an earnest energy.

‚I wish life was not so short,‘ he thought. ‚Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.‘

Meals make the society, hold the fabric together in lots of ways that were charming and interesting and intoxicating to me. The perfect meal, or the best meals, occur in a context that frequently has very little to do with the food itself.

The Kobe craze really annoyed me. Most of the practitioners had no real understanding of the product and were abusing it and exploiting it in terrible and ridiculous ways. Kobe beef should not be used in a hamburger. It’s completely pointless.

I can’t say this enough – the food that you put into your bodies can actually help you get better grades. And it can also affect your performance in sports and other activities too. You see, when you give your body the best possible fuel, you have more energy, you’re stronger, you think more quickly.

Meditation is to be aware of every thought and of every feeling, never to say it is right or wrong, but just to watch it and move with it. In that watching, you begin to understand the whole movement of thought and feeling. And out of this awareness comes silence.

I love a Hebrew National hot dog with an ice-cold Corona – no lime. If the phone rings, I won’t answer until I’m done.

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.

Going to Southeast Asia for the first time and tasting that spectrum of flavors – that certainly changed my whole palate, the kind of foods I crave. A lot of the dishes I used to love became boring to me.

I love trying out different cuisines. In Delhi, I love Megu at the Leela, and TK’s at the Hyatt. I also enjoy Khan Chacha’s rolls. In Mumbai, it’s Royal China and Shiro. And in Bangalore, I like the food at Bricklane.

Behold, at this hour our moral history is being preserved for eternity. Processes are at work which will perpetuate our every act and word and thought.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

I’m a fry lover.

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

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

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.

I do not like broccoli. And I haven’t liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. And I’m President of the United States and I’m not going to eat any more broccoli.

Food is everything we are. It’s an extension of nationalist feeling, ethnic feeling, your personal history, your province, your region, your tribe, your grandma. It’s inseparable from those from the get-go.

It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

Thoughts are fine when you don’t confuse them with who you are, and then thoughts are not a problem. Thinking is a wonderful tool to create things in this world. It only becomes problematic and a source of suffering when you confuse thinking with who you are.