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.

Acorns were good until bread was found.

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

You don’t come into cooking to get rich.

I was born in London in England in 1934. I went through, as a child, the horrors of World War II, through a time when food was rationed and we learned to be very careful, and we never had more to eat than what we needed to eat. There was no waste. Everything was used.

The French have got taste.

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

You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub.

Find what’s hot, find what’s just opened and then look for the worst review of the week. There is so much to learn from watching a restaurant getting absolutely panned and having a bad experience. Go and see it for yourself.

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

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

Delhi means everything to me. This city has given me everything, and I love it.

Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.

French fries kill more people than guns and sharks, yet nobody’s afraid of French fries.

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

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.

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.

I won’t eat anything green.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

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

I love Velveeta cheese.

I’m certainly well taken care of in terms of food and clothes.

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.

Remember, man does not live on bread alone: sometimes he needs a little buttering up.

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

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

Honestly, I just go to restaurants to eat so I won’t die. If there was a pill I could take in January and then I wouldn’t have to eat again for the rest of the year, I would take it. Of course, I wouldn’t want to sacrifice my chocolate cake and ice cream.

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

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.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

I love the masochistic aspect of eating seething, real Sichuan food in Sichuan Province.

Sometimes, it’s just easier to say yes to that extra snack or dessert, because frankly, it is exhausting to keep saying no. It’s exhausting to plead with our kids to eat just one more bite of vegetables.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

When I came to Delhi and noticed an insider view, I felt what it was, and I was surprised to see it. It seemed as if dozens of separate governments are running at the same time in one main government. It appeared that everyone has its own fiefdom.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

Green Eggs and Ham was the story of my life. I wouldn’t eat a thing when I was a kid, but Dr. Seuss inspired me to try cauliflower!

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

Why can’t I just eat my waffle?

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

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.

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.

I was mischievous. I wasn’t bad. I stole food so we could eat. My mother didn’t know. I used to tell her some man gave me $10 to sweep out the yard. I was like Robin Hood. I took from the rich and gave to the poor. Me.

My weaknesses have always been food and men – in that order.

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

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.

Regardless of what our national credit rating is, people will always want a roof over their heads, food on their tables, fuel for their cars, and clothes on their backs.

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

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

One of the peculiarities of Delhi is that the term ‚reform‘ is associated only with passing of laws in Parliament. In fact, the most important reforms are those needed, without new laws, at various level of the government, in work practices and procedures.

The first thing I look forward to when I am in Delhi is to spend some time with my family. It’s always lovely coming back here and playing in front of my own people. It’s just a special place.

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