You can tell alot about a fellow’s character by his way of eating jellybeans.

I eat next to nothing.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

I never lecture, not because I am shy or a bad speaker, but simply because I detest the sort of people who go to lectures and don’t want to meet them.

The greatest service that can be offered to children who show personality traits or inclinations that might not be understood by the adults around them is to allow them to express their own unique humanity.

I can eat two large pizzas and a tray of brownies in one sitting. I’m not sharing that. We can get another one, but I ain’t sharing.

Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they’re eating sandwiches.

My genetic make-up is one of physicality. I’m a visceral guy.

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 am a tough guy.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.

An unimaginative person can neither be reverent or kind.

Science and mindfulness complement each other in helping people to eat well and maintain their health and well-being.

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me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what’s appropriate or attractive.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

I am, as a character, at times, a little overbearing. I recognize that.

In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is.

The world is full of people with different characters and temperaments. We all have a dark side, a tendency to manipulate, and aggressive desires. The most dangerous types are those who repress their desires or deny the existence of them, often acting them out in the most underhanded ways.

I got a dog with a Napoleon complex. I have a Napoleon complex. We’re small. Anything big that we feel is threatening us, we want to fight. We’re not a pushover.

I’ve got a great sense of humor.

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.

People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.

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

I tend to get bored quickly, which means I must be boring.

I am 100 per cent Virgo, stubborn, over-organised, slightly abstracted from the rest of the world.

We never repent of having eaten too little.

I don’t make people bend over backwards, and I don’t like that in people. I am definitely no diva.

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

Of the billionaires I have known, money just brings out the basic traits in them. If they were jerks before they had money, they are simply jerks with a billion dollars.

A man’s character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation.

What I have in common with the character in ‚Truman‘ is this incredible need to please people. I feel like I want to take care of everyone and I also feel this terrible guilt if I am unable to. And I have felt this way ever since all this success started.

You have a nice personality, but not for a human being.

Statistics show that of those who contract the habit of eating, very few survive.

Maleficent has suffered abuse in the past, and there’s a reason why she is now as furious as she is. And I think that children who have been outcast and abused in any way will relate to her. There’s a beautiful side to her; she’s not just a dark person. She has all these facets. And that is interesting.

It is really funny when people say you’d be obvious for a great villain.

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

Mere bashfulness without merit is awkwardness.

I’m mischievous, but I’m calculated.

I’m just a friendly person; that runs in my family.

This guy Clubber Lang, I’ve been him all my life. He’s mean and hungry just like me.

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.

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.

I take risks because I get bored. And I get bored very easily.

There’s certainly a side of me that isn’t completely… sane. Or completely ‚even‘ all the time. We all have our dark sides.

I’m extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn’t project that all the time.

I’m quite a chauvinistic person.

A man’s true character comes out when he’s drunk.

I’m not a complete psychopath. Am I partially? Sure. I’ll accept that. But I’m not a complete psychopath.

I’m crazy, but I’m not stupid.

Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.

I have been told my eating habits are absolutely bizarre. But I don’t think so.