I'm a baritone. Baritones don't mature until late.

Pasta is the one food I can't live without. It's the food I eat to fuel my running.

Carbs - especially pasta - are the fuel my body needs to maintain an athletic lifestyle.

The pressure, the heat, the almost impossibly fast pace at which you need work - this is the reality of working in the culinary industry. This is what professional chefs do night after night.

I eat a lot of whole grains for breakfast, a lot of dried fruit. And my big thing is pasta. I do a lot of simple pasta, with great ingredients.

Working in a restaurant means being part of a family, albeit usually a slightly dysfunctional one. Nothing is accomplished independently.

The best pastas are cut with bronze dies that give them a rough texture and allow the sauce to cling.

At home, I make a large batch of tomato sauce and freeze it in meal-size portions in freezer bags.

Aside from hospitality and delicious food, our [restaurateurs'] job is to entertain people. Restaurants should make people feel special, excited and fulfilled.

Most people who open restaurants will fail, because they lack the fundamental understanding of restaurant math. Either they think they're superstar cooks or they think they're superstar hosts.

No matter what it is you are cooking, buy the best ingredients you can afford. I don't care if it's a simple salad or Beef Wellington. A quality product stands alone and won't need any dressing up.

[P]eople with self-respect have the courage of their mistakes. They know the price of things.

Every day, everywhere we are surrounded by positive things, but will you choose to see them?

As a lawyer, as a private citizen, you see a lot of injustice.

It's not about me, it's about the grandkids. That's what a lot of people don't understand about what Herman is up to.

NO!” The scream was the more terrible because he had never expected or dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.

Never index your own book.

Your good is happening right now, even as you accept this statement of truth.

Thousands of miles of wheat, indifference, and self- apology.

There 's nothing like being used to a thing.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"