Who bothers to cook TV dinners? I suck them frozen.

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.

Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish. Do not overdo it.

I’m a decent cook; I’m a decent chef. None of my friends would ever have hired me at any point in my career. Period.

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.

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.

Cooking today is a young man’s game, I don’t give a bollocks what anyone says.

I’m just someone who likes cooking and for whom sharing food is a form of expression.

The god whom science recognizes must be a God of universal laws exclusively, a God who does a wholesale, not a retail business. He cannot accommodate his processes to the convenience of individuals.

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.

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

When you’re a chef, you graze. You never get a chance to sit down and eat. They don’t actually sit down and eat before you cook. So when I finish work, the first thing I’ll do, and especially when I’m in New York, I’ll go for a run. And I’ll run 10 or 15k on my – and I run to gain my appetite.

I don’t think people are going to switch over to bikes because it’s good for them or because it’s politically correct. They’re going to do it because it gets them from A to B faster.

Today, we’re very dependent on cheap energy. We just take it for granted – all the things you have in the house, the way industry works.

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

If you want to become a great chef, you have to work with great chefs. And that’s exactly what I did.

Back in Oakland, we have a lot of food in the locker room, but on the road, it’s mostly just fruit. So we have to prepare differently. But really, once you get to the gym, everything on the road is pretty much the same.

In large states public education will always be mediocre, for the same reason that in large kitchens the cooking is usually bad.

Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.

I do everything on my phone as a lot of people do.

Kitchens are hard environments and they form incredibly strong characters.

Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish – too much handling will spoil it.

My mom had Julia Child and ‚The Fannie Farmer Cookbook‘ on top of the refrigerator, and she had a small repertoire of French dishes.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

I feel that if Jacques Pepin shows you how to make an omelet, the matter is pretty much settled. That’s God talking.

It is not, of course, complete yet – but some sentences were understood this afternoon… I feel that I have at last struck the solution of a great problem – and the day is coming when telegraph wires will be laid onto houses just like water or gas – and friends converse with each other without leaving home.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

Every chef I know, their cholesterol is through the roof. And mine’s not so great.

I think I should learn French and be a better cook – basic, really good life stuff.

Cooking is about passion, so it may look slightly temperamental in a way that it’s too assertive to the naked eye.

I still love football, though, and I think cooking is like football. It’s not a job, it’s a passion. When you become good at it, it’s a dream job and financially you need never to worry. Ever.

The radiation left over from the Big Bang is the same as that in your microwave oven but very much less powerful. It would heat your pizza only to minus 271.3*C – not much good for defrosting the pizza, let alone cooking it.

There is a saying in Baltimore that crabs may be prepared in fifty ways and that all of them are good.

I have been known to buy e-versions of my books because I was in a hotel room and I needed one right away to look up something in it; very handy for that – you can have it just the next minute; you can press the button and just have it.

I’ve been my mom’s kitchen helper since I was a little kid.

I got this powdered water – now I don’t know what to add.

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.

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.

You know, from age 17 on, my paycheck was coming from cooking and working in kitchens.

My mother cooked like a scientist. She had a giant Chinese-style cleaver that she chopped with, and a cupboard full of spices.

My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way.

I’m not trying to take New York by storm. I just want to sneak in there, keep my head down, batten down the hatches and cook.

If you could take a subway from the suburbs in Boston, where I live, to downtown in 10 minutes, that improves your life over sitting in a traffic jam. People should see that.

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.

I think every chef, not just in America, but across the world, has a double-edged sword – two jackets, one that’s driven, a self-confessed perfectionist, thoroughbred, hate incompetence and switch off the stove, take off the jacket and become a family man.

When I cook for my family on Christmas, I make feijoada, a South American dish of roasted and smoked meats like ham, pork, beef, lamb, and bacon – all served with black beans and rice. It’s festive but different.

Would I swap what I have achieved as a cook if I could have been as successful as a footballer? Definitely.

When you cook under pressure you trade perfection.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

Writing’s just as natural to me as getting up and cooking breakfast.

I cook, I create, I’m incredibly excited by what I do, I’ve still got a lot to achieve.

When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink – boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.

Microsoft Research has a thing called the Sense Cam that, as you walk around, it’s taking photos all the time. And the software will filter and find the ones that are interesting without having to think, ‚Let’s get out the camera and get that shot.‘ You just have that, and software helps you pick what you want.

I go to Wal-Mart all the time. The one in my hometown of Hendersonville, Tenn., is open 24 hours, so I go there a lot to buy DVDs and stuff like that.

You don’t come into cooking to get rich.

Another suggestion is to cook a meal, maybe not every night, but a couple more times a week than you usually do. That way you have leftovers, and you take your lunch to work.

When I figured out how to work my grill, it was quite a moment. I discovered that summer is a completely different experience when you know how to grill.

I’m just wanting to make the proper breakfast and keep the house. That’s my passion. At the request of my kids, I’m taking cooking classes. As I go to sleep at night, I think, ‚Did I do a great job as a mom, or was that an average day?‘

It’s easier to add things on to a PC than it’s ever been before. It’s one click, and boom, it comes down.

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.

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