I have always been independent. I like it that way. When someone forces me to do something, I don't do it.

In general I love to eat anything. I enjoy anything that is well prepared, a good spaghetti, lasagna, taco, steak, sushi, refried beans.

I have a lot of cooking tools. In fact I have a whole drawer full of knives. Cooking tools, especially cutlery, are my toys.

Chinese culture has a lot of virtues that are tremendously valuable to not only us as Asian-Americans, but also the world in general.

People who don't travel cannot have a global view, all they see is what's in front of them. Those people cannot accept new things because all they know is where they live.

Why is America such a great country. It is because we stand united.

Possibly because I've lived so much of my life in difficult circumstances, I think I have a more profound understanding of life.

So when I do Chinese cooking, I mix everything together, then the kids have to eat their vegetables. They won't have the patience to pick them out.

I am also well aware that literature only has a minimal influence on political disputes or economic crises in the world, but its significance to human beings is ancient.

You can do almost anything with soup stock, it's like a strong foundation. When you have the right foundation, everything tastes good.

For a country boy, poor as I was, whose constant worry was to be able to have enough to eat, the Army guaranteed one's survival.

remembering is a great invention of the mind, and if you try hard enough you can remember anything, whether it really happened or not.

No bank should be allowed to become so big that it can blackmail governments.

I always felt people who took themselves seriously were kind of boring.

You can't expect that, after a poor fellow has written a book, he should also understand it.

The cruelest thing anyone can do to Portnoy's Complaint is to read it twice.

We all pretend to be very strong, and then in a fraction, you can just break down, at least for me.

Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.

Live free or die. Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips. Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.

Most of our faculties lie dormant because they can rely upon Habit, which knows what there is to be done and has no need of their services.

Physical pain is easily forgotten, but a moral chagrin lasts indefinitely.