Food is your body's fuel. Without fuel, your body wants to shut down.

If you asked me for my New Year Resolution, it would be to find out who I am.

Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live.

Problems are only opportunities in work clothes.

My New Year's Resolution List usually starts with the desire to lose between ten and three thousand pounds.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

The great leaders are like the best conductors - they reach beyond the notes to reach the magic in the players.

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

Get people back into the kitchen and combat the trend toward processed food and fast food.

My father used to say that it's never too late to do anything you wanted to do. And he said, 'You never know what you can accomplish until you try.'

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.

I'm a father; that's what matters most. Nothing matters more.

I love chicken. I would eat chicken fingers on Thanksgiving if it were socially acceptable.

You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job.

God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.

What I've enjoyed most, though, is meeting people who have a real interest in food and sharing ideas with them. Good food is a global thing and I find that there is always something new and amazing to learn - I love it!

Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation.

Well, my wife and I were married in a toilet - it was a marriage of convenience!

You're never a loser until you quit trying.

So little done, so much to do.

My house is my refuge, an emotional piece of architecture, not a cold piece of convenience.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which, before their union, were not perceived to have any relation.