We outsmarted ourselves and raised the bar even higher, I think.

Put your head down and work hard. Never wait for things to happen, make them happen for yourself through hard graft and not giving up.

I don't like looking back. I'm always constantly looking forward. I'm not the one to sort of sit and cry over spilt milk. I'm too busy looking for the next cow.

Chefs are nutters. They're all self-obsessed, delicate, dainty, insecure little souls and absolute psychopaths. Every last one of them.

Swearing is industry language. For as long as we're alive it's not going to change. You've got to be boisterous to get results.

If you want to become a great chef, you have to work with great chefs. And that's exactly what I did.

The minute you start compromising for the sake of massaging somebody's ego, that's it, game over.

Kitchens are hard environments and they form incredibly strong characters.

The problem with Yanks is they are wimps.

There's a bond among a kitchen staff, I think. You spend more time with your chef in the kitchen than you do with your own family.

Push your limit to the absolute extreme.

Nobody should be alone, " Sissix said. "Being alone and untouched...there's no punishment worse than that. And she's done nothing wrong. She's just different.

He was gone and did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth.

That cowardice is incorrigible which the love of power cannot overcome.

I don't want to be invited to the family hunting party.

I just look for characters that have dimensions. If I don't see it written on the page, then I try to put it in there somehow. You don't want to play the same role twice.

The Typical American? He is sent to school Little or much, where he imbibes the rule Of safety first and comfort; in his youth He joins the church and ends the quest of truth.

Verily if with mine own eyes I had seen a priest of God, or any of those who wear the monastic garb, sinning, I would spread my cloak and hide him, that he might not be seen of any.

When she needed help most, she was abandoned--and only when she offered help to others was she beloved.

I really never look at my health issues as 'Woe is me.' I've seen the reality of that. And it's not a pleasant thing.

We need tolerant men. We must all give in a little.