My palate is simpler than it used to be. A young chef adds and adds and adds to the plate. As you get older, you start to take away.
A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.
I have no pretension that I belong in D.C. I mean, I have to be cautious on how we do our restaurant.
I have real admiration for chefs who can maintain an edge and find new inspiration in their cooking after many years.
That's what's interesting about the Lower East Side: It's New York, but it's also edgy. It's not as stuffy as Tribeca or Soho.
Well, maybe it's because of the rumors they had going around, you know, they had some rumors about Dennis Brown was in the hospital and all that. Well, that is all bull!
Any processed chicken from any place - I'll order it in a heartbeat. I'm very picky about my pork, though.
If people ask me, 'What do you think could improve in Toronto dining,' I'd say there's nothing to improve on.
Don't even get me started. I'm not against all vegetarians. But if you're a vegetarian for ethical reasons, you may be causing more harm.
I look forward to the spring vegetables because the season is so short. Mushrooms, edible foraged herbs, wild leeks, early season asparagus.
If you ask what people say what American cuisine is, they cannot really do it. I don't know what it is.
How can I possibly stop loving you when it's sort of predestined? — Malcom Lowry to Carol Brown, 1926 (age 16)
Keep a journal, and learn how to see how you as an individuals sees information so you can learn your own sign language. Meditate and practice psychic self defense and surrounding yourself with prayer.
What's interesting is that both men and women are struggling with this issue in remarkably similar percentages, but the big difference is that women tend to talk about this when men keep it silent.
[after shooting Louis] Ordell Robbie: What the fuck happened to you, man? Shit, your ass used to be beautiful!
Max Cherry: You know, a good cop will never let you know he knows you're full of shit.
[as Max Cherry exits the bathroom] Ordell Robbie: Uh uh uh... I didn't hear you wash your hands.
Max Cherry: I'd say you're in the drug business, except the money's moving in the wrong direction.
Max Cherry: I'm 56 years old. I can't blame anybody for anything I do.
Ordell Robbie: And let me tell you something about my lawyer. This brother's name is Stassen Gowens.
You don't need to be able to string a sentence together in a way that is elegant or even vaguely meaningful to produce a bestseller - as Dan Brown has demonstrated time and again.
