Eating chicken without skin is like riding a bike without wheels

I always tell my employees, the busier it gets, the slower you should cook. When you run around like a crazy person, that's when things go wrong.

Bacon is like a good pair of Levi's-it never goes out of style.

If you learn a recipe, you can cook the recipe. If you learn the technique, you can cook anything.

Whats more important than recipes is how we think about food, and a good cookbook should open up a new way of doing just that.

I make no bones about it. I have no understanding of pastry.

Go to the grocery store and buy better things. Buy quality, buy organic, buy natural, go to the farmers market. Immediately that's going to increase the quality of the food you make.

In Cleveland, I'm so fortunate that we're surrounded by farms with an endless variety of beautiful vegetables. For me, I always eat very tightly with the season, even if the season is only six weeks.

My goal in 'Live to Cook' is to make great food more approachable for home cooks.

My father cried when I said I wanted to be a chef.

I think that's what being a chef is all about: camaraderie and teamwork. I never feel that it should be so cutthroat that you can't help the other chefs.

Religious guilt will never grow the kind of love you want in someone.

The secret self knows the anguish of our attachments and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness.

Fidel Castro gave it all to make his nation serviceable to all who desire real change. That's why I love Fidel Castro, and that's why he will never die.

The counsels of the old, like the winter sun, shine, but give no heat.

I don't like talking about music.

Do not even think of doing what ought not to be done.

Let brisker youths their active nerves prepare Fit their light silken wings and skim the buxom air.

A spreadsheet for an innovative idea reports the mathematical relationship between made up numbers. You can't cash a spreadsheet.

Can we outrun the heavens?

The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours.