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

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

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 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me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what’s appropriate or attractive.

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

I think about food literally all day every day. It’s a thing.

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

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

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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

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.

Of course, animals have to be killed for food or to prevent their doing injury to others or to property. But such killing is too often carried out without regard to the pain inflicted.

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.

Acorns were good until bread was found.

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

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

We never repent of having eaten too little.

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

Oh yes, there’s lots of great food in America. But the fast food is about as destructive and evil as it gets. It celebrates a mentality of sloth, convenience, and a cheerful embrace of food we know is hurting us.

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

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.

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

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.

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

Understand, when you eat meat, that something did die. You have an obligation to value it – not just the sirloin but also all those wonderful tough little bits.

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

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 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.

I would never win an award for not loving pizza.

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

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

Never order food in excess of your body weight.

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.

You don’t come into cooking to get rich.

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

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.

I love Velveeta cheese.

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

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.

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.