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There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub.

Anthony Bourdain

Luck is not a business model.
ANTHONY BOURDAIN

Business Luck One Liner
The idea of America is a mutt-culture, isn’t it? Who the hell is America if not everybody else?
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Deep Ideas
I had field experience, a vocabulary, and a criminal mind. I was a danger to myself and others.
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Crime Dangerous Myself
An ounce of sauce covers a multitude of sins.
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One Liner Sin
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life—and travel—leaves marks on you.
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Change Leave Life Small Travel World Yourself
Frightened people become angry people – as history teaches us again and again.
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Afraid Angry History People Teaching
There is no Final Resting Place of the Mind.
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Mind One Liner Place Rest
I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.
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Myself Try
Don’t lie about it. You made a mistake. Admit it and move on. Just don’t do it again. Ever.
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Lie Mistake Yourself
To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.
ANTHONY BOURDAIN

Food Life Live Myself Worth
I’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find the perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one.
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Bad Believe Big Experience Myself Perfection Travel Yourself
The way you make an omelet reveals your character.
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Character One Liner Way Yourself
Don’t touch my dick, don’t touch my knife.
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Food Myself Touch
Avoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don’t deserve to eat garlic.
ANTHONY BOURDAIN

Deserve Food Yourself
Food had power. It could inspire, astonish, shock, excite, delight and impress. It had the power to please me .
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Food Myself Please Power
Garlic is divine. Few food items can taste so many distinct ways, handled correctly. Misuse of garlic is a crime, Please, treat your garlic with respect.
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Crime Divine Food Respect Taste
And chicken is boring. Chefs see it as a menu item for people who don’t know what they want to eat.
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Eat Food People
I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas – fat, drugged, and completely out of it.
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Feeling Myself
It’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy description.
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Place Reality
I learned to recognize failure.
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Failure Learning One Liner Recognize
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.
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Adventure Break Hope Lost Myself World
People confuse me. Food doesn’t.
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Food Myself One Liner People
That without experimentation, a willingness to ask questions and try new things, we shall surely become static, repetitive, moribund.
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Experiment New Repeat Try
I’ve long believed that good food, good eating, is all about risk.
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Believe Eat Goodness Myself Risk
Selling out is getting a job.
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One Liner Sell
Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night.
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Beautiful Myself Night
Skills can be taught. Character you either have or you don’t have.
ANTHONY BOURDAIN

Character Skill Yourself

There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub.

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There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub.

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