Cooking is an art, but you eat it too.

What people do with food is an act that reveals how they construe the world.

Not everyone in Italy may know how to cook, but nearly everyone knows how to eat. Eating in Italy is one more manifestation of the Italian's age-old gift of making art out of life.

The Italian comes to his table with the same open heart with which a child falls into his mother's arms, with the same easy feeling of being in the right place.

I don't cook 'concepts.' I use my head, but I cook from the heart, I cook for flavor.

And while other passions in your life may at some point begin to bank their fires, the shared happiness of good homemade food can last as long as we do.

I need to smell its smells, to hear its sounds, to see food in a pot that simmers, bubbles, sizzles. I enjoy the physical involvement of stirring, turning, poking, mashing, scraping.

[On cooking:] What you keep out is as significant as what you put in.

80% of Italian cooking is done in a sauté pan.

Divine mission.Divine strength.Divine accomplishment.

What I love most about this crazy life is the adventure of it.

I look forward to a great future for America - a future in which our country will match its military strength with our moral restraint, its wealth with our wisdom, its power with our purpose.

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

Sometimes I look back and think, 'Good. I'd love to go in and bang out a good episode of 'Talk Soup' today.'

It is not a bad thing in a tale that you understand only half of it.

Your subconscious is always working in the background, unlocking things and solving problems.

I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.

Congratulations to Prince Charles for banning foie gras from all his functions.