[When I die], I will decidedly not be regretting missed opportunities for a good time. My regrets will be more along the lines of a sad list of people hurt, people let down, assets wasted and advantages squandered.

Garlic is divine. Few food items can taste so many distinct ways, handled correctly. Misuse of garlic is a crime...Please, treat your garlic with respect...Avoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don't deserve to eat garlic.

The journey is part of the experience - an expression of the seriousness of one's intent. One doesn't take the A train to Mecca.

One of life's terrible truths is that women like guys who seem to know what they're doing.

Whatever everyone else has asked you to do or never let you do, and let's do that.

I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas - fat, drugged, and completely out of it.

I'm excited by any food that's prepared by someone who's proud of what they're doing, who puts a personal imprint on food.