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

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

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

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.

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 evangelical on the subject of some chefs and writers.

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

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.

My mother was a very wonderful woman. When she and my dad divorced, she moved to California and worked two jobs in the cannery at night and as a waitress during the day. But she saved enough money to establish a restaurant.

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

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!

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

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.

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

I grew up in a very nice house in Houston, went to private school all my life and I’ve never even been to the ‚hood. Not that there’s anything wrong with the ‚hood.

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

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

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

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

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

I can’t say this enough – the food that you put into your bodies can actually help you get better grades. And it can also affect your performance in sports and other activities too. You see, when you give your body the best possible fuel, you have more energy, you’re stronger, you think more quickly.

My sisters like cooking at my place. It has a bit more room, and the food tastes a little bit better. A big pot of spaghetti and sauce, some warm French bread – works all the time. I think I’ve been eating pasta for 26 years.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

I hid myself in food.

If you like good ol‘ fashion Southern soul food then, yes, I am a good cook! My specialty is chicken dumplings and poke salad.

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

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.

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.

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

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

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

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

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.

We live in a world that has narrowed into a neighborhood before it has broadened into a brotherhood.

Never order food in excess of your body weight.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant’s revolving door.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

Acorns were good until bread was found.

Why can’t I just eat my waffle?

Fame itself… doesn’t really afford you anything more than a good seat in a restaurant.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

The best comfort food will always be greens, cornbread, and fried chicken.

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

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

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.

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 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.

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 don’t come into cooking to get rich.