One man's trash is another man's treasure, and the by-product from one food can be perfect for making another.

Pasta with melted cheese is the one thing I could eat over and over again.

Brunch, for me, is an extended breakfast that should be enjoyed whenever you have time properly to engage in cooking and eating.

A well-made salad must have a certain uniformity; it should make perfect sense for those ingredients to share a bowl.

The combination of olive oil, garlic and lemon juice lifts the spirits in winter.

Breakfast is always the best time for something juicy, sweet and fresh - it just feels like the right way to open the day. There's no right way, though, when it comes to choosing the fruit.

Mothers and grandmothers: these are the people that I admire most, not so much chefs.

Just-poached vegetables show off their natural attributes, and taste fresh and light in a way you never get with roasting or frying.

Date syrup is a natural sweetener that has wonderful richness and treacly depth; I drizzle it over semolina porridge.

The way to entice people into cooking is to cook delicious things.

For me, the end of childhood came when the number of candles on my birthday cake no longer reflected my age, around 19 or 20. From then on, each candle came to represent an entire decade.

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.

Well, I'm a consumer as well. I go to the movies with my popcorn and believe everything I see.

A bad review is like baking a cake with all the best ingredients and having someone sit on it.

A Christian in the world is one thing, and the world in a Christian is quite another thing. A ship in the water is all right, but when the water gets in the ship, it is quite a different thing.

We are all like Scheherazade's husband, in that we want to know what happens next.

A film director has to get a shot, no matter what he does. We're desperate people.

What's New Orleans without music? And what's music without dancing?

There is cruelty in the world Eliza, you can see that, can't you? It surrounds us. It breathes on us. We spend our life trying to escape it.

Don't sleep in the subway, darling.

In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.