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

When I’m home, I spend Sunday with my husband. If we’re not cooking, we travel around in our camper, stop at fast-food restaurants, and picnic. We love that stuff that will harden your arteries in a hurry.

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.

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

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

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.

I myself prefer my New Zealand eggs for breakfast.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

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

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.

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.

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

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

I’m a fry lover.

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

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

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.

We never repent of having eaten too little.

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

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’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.

Remember, man does not live on bread alone: sometimes he needs a little buttering up.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

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.

Never order food in excess of your body weight.

Acorns were good until bread was found.

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

Because the sweeter the cake, the more bitter the jelly can be.

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.

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

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.

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.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

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

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.

‚Kitchen Confidential‘ wasn’t a cautionary or an expose. I wrote it as an entertainment for New York tri-state area line cooks and restaurant lifers, basically; I had no expectation that it would move as far west as Philadelphia.

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

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.

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!

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

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

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

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

Eating words has never given me indigestion.