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

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

We never repent of having eaten too little.

I eat fish, three times a week meat, and if not yogurt, something like this and it rarely continues.

I try to very hard to avoid a situation where I would be eating cat or dog; I’ve managed to gracefully avoid that. It’s hypocritical of me and an arbitrary line, but one that I have managed to avoid crossing.

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.

This healthy eating stuff, it’s here to stay, and we now have everything we need to seize the opportunity and give all our kids the healthy futures they so richly deserve.

I love Velveeta cheese.

I’m not looking to freak people out – eating rodents or bugs. I don’t do that anymore.

The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you don’t like, and do what you’d rather not.

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

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.

And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.

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

Bread without flesh is a good diet, as on many botanical excursions I have proved. Tea also may easily be ignored. Just bread and water and delightful toil is all I need – not unreasonably much, yet one ought to be trained and tempered to enjoy life in these brave wilds in full independence of any particular kind of nourishment.

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.

I can hardly eat meat because it has to look like something what it was not when it was alive.

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

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

There is no doubt that some plant food, such as oatmeal, is more economical than meat, and superior to it in regard to both mechanical and mental performance. Such food, moreover, taxes our digestive organs decidedly less, and, in making us more contented and sociable, produces an amount of good difficult to estimate.

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

I know I have to run 20 more minutes if I eat ice cream. Basically, I eat everything, but I just do more training.

We’re all bombarded with so many dietary messages that it’s hard to find time to sort through all this information, but we do have time to take a look at our kids‘ plates.

We all need to start making some changes to how our families eat. Now, everyone loves a good Sunday dinner. Me included. And there’s nothing wrong with that. The problem is when we eat Sunday dinner Monday through Saturday.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.

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

If you’re a person struggling to eat and stay healthy, you might have heard about Michael Jordan or Muhammad Ali, but you’ll never have heard of Bill Gates.

Even if we give parents all the information they need and we improve school meals and build brand new supermarkets on every corner, none of that matters if when families step into a restaurant, they can’t make a healthy choice.

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

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.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

I hid myself in food.

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.

Why can’t I just eat my waffle?

Remember a few years ago when Congress declared that the sauce on a slice of pizza should count as a vegetable in school lunches? You don’t have to be a nutritionist to know that this doesn’t make much sense.

I never eat salad. I make sure I don’t put a lot of junk into my system, but I hate vegetables!

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

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

Wherever I go, as long as I get a hot vegetable dish, I am okay. If I am in Gujarat, I have Gujarati food. If it’s Shillong, it’s northeastern.

I want my food dead. Not sick, not dying, dead.

I would love to encourage all my teammates to eat the best way they possibly can. High school athletes. Now, that’s not the way our food system in America is set up. It’s very different. They have a food pyramid, and I disagree with that. I disagree with a lot of things that people tell you to do.

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.

You just feel a little odd when you don’t get your kind of food. Fortunately, there are Indian restaurants all over the world.

Let me ask you a question: If you never ate a balanced diet, what would happen to your body? You know the answer: Eventually you’d grow weak; you might even open yourself to serious illness or disease. We all need a balanced diet if we are to stay healthy.

I do yoga, I do Bikram and I run, and I eat really healthy.

I have much more support than most women around this world, and I have the financial means to have a home and help with care and food.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.

I am very strict about what I eat. I do not consume anything that my body does not require. It takes a lot of sacrifice and discipline. It wasn’t easy before but now its second nature for me.

The dieting wars have got to stop.

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.

To lengthen thy life, lessen thy meals.

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

Science and mindfulness complement each other in helping people to eat well and maintain their health and well-being.

I always have breakfast, say, scrambled egg whites, a vegetable smoothie, or whole-grain cereal with low-fat milk. For lunch and dinner, I eat a lot of fish and vegetables. And throughout the day, I try to stay hydrated.

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.

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

I think I’ve really stepped outside the box in the way I try to train, eat, hydrate, the cognitive brain games I play on a daily or weekly basis to try to build up some durability within my body, within my brain, to be able to go out there and play at a high level at age 38.

I eat only vegetables and fruit, and to me it’s the most aspirational diet because it’s so easy. It’s quite simple, the cooking I do.