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me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what’s appropriate or attractive.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 God of this world is riches, pleasure and pride.

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

To a man of pleasure every moment appears to be lost, which partakes not of the vivacity of amusement.

When I’m back in New York – and this is a terrible thing to complain about – I eat a lot more really, really good food than perhaps I’d like to. So many of my friends are really good chefs. It’s kind of like being in the Mafia.

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.

I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.

When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear.

Well, they’re Southern people, and if they know you are working at home they think nothing of walking right in for coffee. But they wouldn’t dream of interrupting you at golf.

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.

The choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.

Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.

Take from the philosopher the pleasure of being heard and his desire for knowledge ceases.

I would never win an award for not loving pizza.

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.

When a man says he had pleasure with a woman he does not mean conversation.

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.

Eating words has never given me indigestion.

In general, mankind, since the improvement of cookery, eats twice as much as nature requires.

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

I love eating chocolate cake and ice cream after a show. I almost justify it in my mind as, ‚You were a good boy onstage and you did your show, so now you can have some cake and ice cream.‘

I was a very shy character, always feeling uncomfortable because everybody was stronger than I, and always afraid I would look like a sissy. Everybody else played baseball; everybody else did all kinds of athletic things.

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

The pleasure of work is open to anyone who can develop some specialised skill, provided that he can get satisfaction from the exercise of his skill without demanding universal applause.

There are no pleasures in a fight but some of my fights have been a pleasure to win.

There is much pleasure to be gained from useless knowledge.

It is unbecoming for young men to utter maxims.

Somewhere it is written that parents who are critical of other people’s children and publicly admit they can do better are asking for it.

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

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

This self-love is the instrument of our preservation; it resembles the provision for the perpetuity of mankind: it is necessary, it is dear to us, it gives us pleasure, and we must conceal it.

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.

The unsaid rule for living in a trailer park is: ‚If the door’s shut, don’t come a-knockin.‘ But if it’s open and you’re walkin‘ by, feel free to say, ‚Hello.‘

Work is the meat of life, pleasure the dessert.

Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.

People who eat with their mouth open should be punched in the face.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

The more things are forbidden, the more popular they become.

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

The equal right of all citizens to health, education, work, food, security, culture, science, and wellbeing – that is, the same rights we proclaimed when we began our struggle, in addition to those which emerge from our dreams of justice and equality for all inhabitants of our world – is what I wish for all.

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

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.

Many a man thinks he is buying pleasure, when he is really selling himself to it.

Fashion is very important. It is life-enhancing and, like everything that gives pleasure, it is worth doing well.

A man’s delight in looking forward to and hoping for some particular satisfaction is a part of the pleasure flowing out of it, enjoyed in advance. But this is afterward deducted, for the more we look forward to anything the less we enjoy it when it comes.

Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed.

All cultures have these feelings about non-functional areas of activity. And the more time people have on their hands, the more they commit it to those areas.

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.

At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom.

The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.

There are not a few among the disciples of charity who require, in their vocation, scarcely less excitement than the votaries of pleasure in theirs.

The English don’t like concepts, really, not from a pop star. It’s alright if they come from an ‚intellectual,‘, but from a pop star you’re getting ahead of yourself. Part of the class game is that you shouldn’t rise above your station, and to start talking about concepts if you’re in the pop world is getting a bit uppity, isn’t it?

I feel like I’m being watched. Always. Like, I want to tan topless somewhere, and I know I probably could never do that. Even if I’m upstairs in my bedroom, and the curtains are pulled, I feel like a paparazzo’s outside on a boat somewhere, or somebody’s peeping.

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.

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.

Acorns were good until bread was found.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

If you pursue good with labor, the labor passes away but the good remains; if you pursue evil with pleasure, the pleasure passes away and the evil remains.