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.

Eating words has never given me indigestion.

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!

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.

I try to be vegan… I really, really try. I don’t eat any red meat, and the whole animal thing really upsets me, so I’ve tried.

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

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

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.

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.

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me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what’s appropriate or attractive.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 comfortable being around too many people. I don’t like being out in public too much. I don’t like going to bars. I don’t like doing celebrity stuff. So most of the characters I play are people who don’t always feel comfortable beyond their small circle of friends.

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.

If we could establish a deep abiding relationship with nature, we would never kill an animal for our appetite; we would never harm, vivisect, a monkey, a dog, a guinea pig for our benefit. We would find other ways to heal our wounds, heal our bodies.

I like chicken a lot because chicken is generous – that is to say, it’s obedient. It will do whatever you tell it to do.

You have to be careful about how much you reveal to people that look up to you so much.

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

Compassion, in which all ethics must take root, can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind.

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

I’ve never eaten a strawberry in my life. I have no desire to do that.

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

Give yourself more opportunities for privacy, when you are not bombarded with duties and obligations. Privacy is not a rejection of those you love; it is your deserved respite for recharging your batteries.

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

I won’t let people write anything they want to about me.

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.‘

Acorns were good until bread was found.

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.

Hunger is the best pickle.

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

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.

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.

We never repent of having eaten too little.

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

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.

There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.

I have practically no private life. I’m already used to this and ready for it. Yes, sometimes it is hard, but it is the choice I made.

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 won’t eat anything green.

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

I care not much for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.

I have no problem if someone wants to hug me – if I know him!

The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.

I love Velveeta cheese.

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

Never order food in excess of your body weight.

I don’t like to see animals in pain. That was very uncomfortable to me. I don’t like factory farming. I’m not an advocate for the meat industry.

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.

If one of the arguments against eating meat is to do with cruelty and animal intelligence, then lab meat avoids that. There’s also the environmental argument for it.

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

Anonymous comments? You’re not in the arena, man. If you can’t say it to me in person in front of my kids, don’t say it.

There are certain things that bother me and certain things that don’t. Personal attacks on me? I think I’m just so used to it.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

You don’t come into cooking to get rich.

Beautiful speech doesn’t need protection, it’s ugly speech that needs protection. We have these cultural norms that allow people to say really ugly things. You don’t have to invite them to your dinner party, but you should let them say it.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

You’d have a hard time finding anything better than Barcelona for food, as far as being a hub. Given a choice between Barcelona and San Sebastian to die in, I’d probably want to die in San Sebastian.

I am not a second option person. It is that or nothing. If it is not the way I see it I prefer not to see it.

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