Food is one of my favourite things. Though I certainly know lots of people who happen to be happily married who don't have food play the role in it that it plays in my life. And I don't know how they do it, and frankly I feel so bad for them because I just love food and one of my favourite things is asking, "What do we want for dinner? What do we feel like eating?" That wonderful negotiation that goes on several times a week about what "we" feel like.

I am continually fascinated at the difficulty intelligent people have in distinguishing what is controversial from what is merely offensive.

Having been married so many times, I know that one of the few things I am an expert in is falling in love.

Whenever I get married, I start buying Gourmet magazine.

You can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.

Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together... and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home... only to no home I'd ever known... I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like... magic. - Sleepless in Seattle

Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.