Eating reveals the characteristic grossness of the human race and also the in-built failure of its satisfactions. We arrive eager, we stuff ourselves and we go away depressed and disappointed and probably feeling a bit queasy into the bargain. It's an image of the déçu in human existence. A greedy start and a stupefied finish. Waiters, who are constantly observing this cycle, must be the most disillusioned of men.

Remember that the secret of all learning is patience and that curiosity is not the same thing as a thirst for knowledge.

Food is a profound subject and one, incidentally, about which no writer lies.

Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.

Words are the most subtle symbols which we possess and our human fabric depends on them.

You cannot have both truth and what you call civilisation.

... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.