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

I could eat bloody Elvis - if you put enough vinegar on him.

Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans ... are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit.

I admire people who do things that are interesting to them, who don't have a strategy or a master plan or have a brand - I don't care about any of those things.

It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn. Maybe that's enlightenment enough - to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom, at least for me, means realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.

I'm really happy to see the explosion of interest in Korean food, and this hybrid Korean-American food.

I learned a long time ago that trying to micromanage the perfect vacation is always a disaster. That leads to terrible times.