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I want a dish to taste good, rather than to have been seethed in pig's milk and served wrapped in a rhubarb leaf with grated thistle root.

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

I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays.

I want order and taste. A well displayed meal is enhanced one hundred per cent in my eyes.

I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.

I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.

I was raised almost entirely on turnips and potatoes, but I think that the turnips had more to do with the effect than the potatoes.

I was trampled to death by a man who believed his luggage would be the first piece off. If he were an experienced traveler, he would know that the first piece of luggage belongs to no one. It's just a dummy suitcase to give everyone hope.

I went home and took my wife and went to my Cosen Tho. Pepys's and found them just sat down to dinner, which was very good; only the venison pasty was palpable beef, which was not handsome.

I went into a McDonald's yesterday and said, 'I'd like some fries.' The girl at the counter said, 'Would you like some fries with that?'

I wish the bald eagle had not been chosen as the representative of our country; he is a bird of bad moral character; like those among men who live by sharping and robbing, he is generally poor, and often very lousy. The turkey is a much more respectable bird, and withal a true original native of America.

I will never eat fish eyeballs, and I do not want to taste anything commonly kept as a house pet, but otherwise I am a cinch to feed.

I went to this restaurant last night that was set up like a big buffet in the shape of an Ouija board. You'd think about what kind of food you want, and the table would move across the floor to it.

I will not move my army without onions.

I wonder if I love the communal act of eating so much because throughout my childhood, with four older brothers and a mom who worked in the restaurant business, I spent a lot of time fending for myself, eating alone - and recognizing how eating together made all the difference.

I won't eat anything green.

I won't eat anything that has intelligent life, but I'd gladly eat a network executive or a politician.

I wouldn't go in a fast food outlet even to use the toilet.

I would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning.

Judging foods without regard to price is a rich mans game, and yet poor people can be gourmets able to discern a good potato from a bad one.

I would stand transfixed before the windows of the confectioners' shops, fascinated by the luminous sparkle of candied fruits, the cloudy lustre of jellies, the kaleidoscope inflorescence of acidulated fruit drops - red, green, orange, violet: I coveted the colours themselves as much as the pleasure they promised me.

Japanese food is very pretty and undoubtedly a suitable cuisine in Japan, which is largely populated by people of below average size. Hostesses hell-bent on serving such food to occidentals would be well advised to supplement it with something more substantial and to keep in mind that almost everybody likes french fries.

Just as appetite comes by eating, so work brings inspiration, if inspiration is not discernible at the beginning.

Keep as near as ever you can to the first sources of supply—fruits and vegetables.

Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.

Ketchup left overnight on dinner plates has a longer half-life than radioactive waste.

Let the revolting distinction of rich and poor disappear once and for all, the distinction of great and small, of masters and valets, of governors and governed. Let there be no other differences between human beings than those of age and sex. Since all have the same needs and the same faculties, let there be one education for all, one food for all.

Kitchen Physic is the best Physic.

Large, naked, raw carrots are acceptable as food only to those who live in hutches eagerly awaiting Easter.

Learn to do common things uncommonly well; we must always keep in mind that anything that helps fill the dinner pail is valuable.

Lentils are friendly - the Miss Congeniality of the bean world.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Know that you have complete control over what you put in your mouth. No one ever ate anything by accident.

Leave the eggs to bathe for 15 minutes in the hot water like a sexy Swedish chick in a natural mineral sauna.

Let nothing which can be treated by diet be treated by other means.

Let us candidly admit that there are shameful blemishes on the American past, of which the worst by far is rum. Nevertheless, we have improved man's lot and enriched his civilization with rye, bourbon and the Martini cocktail. In all history has any other nation done so much?

Life is a combination of magic and pasta.

Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. Let them be your only diet drink and botanical medicines.

Life... is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.

Life is like an onion: you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.

Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed and erupted on them until they were ready to be turned. A cheerful brown, they were, with tracings of darker brown. And the kitchen was full of the good sweet smell of them.

Look at airport security now. What started out as definite racial profiling is now where the computer picks a name. That's why you get a seven-month-old getting a pat down. [Imitates a security officer.] "Check the diapers. They're full.

Look, there's no metaphysics on earth but chocolates.

Looks can be deceiving; it's eating that's believing.

Love and business and family and religion and art and patriotism are nothing but shadows of words when a man's starving!

Love and sausage are alike. Can never have enough of either.

Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.

Lyon is full of temperamental gourmets, eternally engaged in a never-ending search for that imaginary, perfect, unknown little back-street bistro, where one can dine in the style of Louis XIV for the price of a pack of peanuts.

Lucy took a single plain donut from the bag and held it for me to take a bite. Tender and light and still warm from the frying. Not too sugary.