“I could eat bloody Elvis – if you put enough vinegar on him.”

Under ‘Reasons for Leaving Last Job’, never give the real reason, unless it’s money or ambition.

No one understands and appreciates the American Dream of hard work leading to material rewards better than a non-American.

Writing anything is a treason of sorts.

Only desperation can account for what the Chinese do in the name of ‘medicine.’

Good food is very often, even most often, simple food.

Without new ideas, success can become stale.

Open your mind, get up off the couch, move.

The idea of America is a mutt-culture, isn’t it? Who the hell is America if not everybody else?

I had field experience, a vocabulary, and a criminal mind. I was a danger to myself and others.

I’m not going anywhere. I hope. It’s been an adventure. We took some casualties over the years. Things got broken. Things got lost. But I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you.

I learned to recognize failure.

I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.

That without experimentation, a willingness to ask questions and try new things, we shall surely become static, repetitive, moribund.

And chicken is boring. Chefs see it as a menu item for people who don’t know what they want to eat.

Selling out is getting a job.

When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

If I don’t eat soon, I’ll die of hunger; and if I die, I won’t eat soon.

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.

A lot of learned men think people really are the food they’ve eaten.

However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.