I feel good when I stir something with a spurtle, but I don't make porridge very much in London.

Nose-to-tail eating is not a bloodlust, testosterone-fueled offal hunt. It's common sense, and it's all good stuff.

Do not be afraid of cooking as your ingredients will know, and misbehave. Enjoy your cooking and the food will behave; moreover it will pass your pleasure on to those who eat it.

If you're going to kill the animal it seems only polite to use the whole thing.

Do not let the word tripe deter you. Let its soothing charms win you over, and enjoy it as do those who always have!

Porridge and the urban lifestyle don't mix well.

Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things.

I cook British food, but it doesn't mean I'm jingoistic about it. People can cook very good fusion food.

We live in a flat; my wife would be happy if we had a house with stairs. Or a little cottage in the country.

I had a holiday job in a kitchen, but I think well draw a polite veil over that. There was nothing joyous or creative about it. And none of this helped my studies.

A good speech is like a miniskirt--long enough to over all the vital parts, short enough to entice and captivate listeners.

There's no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words." He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. "I come to you as a man unfinished.

I have a good house for hosting, so we had the barbecues, and some of the guys over for Thanksgiving, even Christmas.

We cherish the chance to say thank you in person to Cpl. Frank Buckles.

Dream study impacts culture. We are put in touch with the inner poet who dreams. We hear our inner, subjective response to the outer world. That helps spiritualize our lives.

In order to fly, you have to be free.

I guess it's pretty diverse, but I do have quite a 30-and-older male audience coming out to the shows. I don't know if that's due to me being a female or what.

Captivity is the greatest of all evils that can befall one.

Endurance is the queen of all virtues.

Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.