It would be an egregious mistake to ever refer to me in the same breath as most of the people I write about.

Nobody in Singapore drinks Singapore Slings. It's one of the first things you find out there. What you do in Singapore is eat. It's a really food-crazy culture, where all of this great food is available in a kind of hawker-stand environment.

I'm at my most productive before I even have my first cup of coffee. I only get slower and stupider as the day progresses.

Venezuela is another place I'd like very much to go, which is proving very difficult. I have not been there to make a show and I'd like to, very much.

We learn as professionals by repetition, by getting it wrong, getting yelled at and doing it again.

I do not have a merchandise line. I don't sell knives or apparel. Though I have been approached to endorse various products from liquor to airlines to automobiles to pharmaceuticals dozens of times, I have managed to resist the temptation.

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.