I can spend hours in a grocery store. I get so excited when I see food I go crazy. I spend hours arranging my baskets so that everything fits in and nothing gets squashed. I'm really anal about it actually.

I wake up every morning happy for where I am in life. It's not all about the cooking but the fact that I can contribute by using my influence to help people all over the country. In the last two years my partners and I have fed more than 10 million hungry people by bringing meat to food banks.

I'm a home cook and love to read about food but I'm not trained as a chef. I'm just really into cooking and passionate about it.

Music is one of those things that is constantly going in my head all the time. It's sort of like the evolution and creation of doing food or my philosophy about wine. It's always beating in my head so it keeps the spirit moving.

I became a fanatic about healthy food in 1944.

I am thankful I was born in America although if I gain any more weight the burqa thing may start to seem like a good idea to me. See? Another plus about America you can always find some food.

It has never made any sense to argue that unique among the people of the world Arabs are more concerned on a day-to-day basis about the treatment of people they don't know than they are about how they're going to put food on their own tables or whether their sons will ever find a job.

Make food a very incidental part of your life by filling your life so full of meaningful things that you'll hardly have time to think about food.

When I got to France I realized I didn't know very much about food at all. I'd never had a real cake. I'd had those cakes from cake mixes or the ones that have a lot of baking powder in them. A really good French cake doesn't have anything like that in it - it's all egg power.

I don't think there's going to be a day when I don't think about food or my body but I'm living with it and I wish I could tell young girls to find their safe place and stay with it.

I first got involved with ending world hunger and I got hip to the facts about it - what a huge problem it was and how it wasn't a matter of not having food or not knowing how to end it but it was a matter of creating the political will.

Food tells you everything about the way people live and who they are.

I love dogs. They live in the moment and don't care about anything except affection and food. They're loyal and happy. Humans are just too damn complicated.

I remember once I read a book on mental illness and there was a nurse that had gotten sick. Do you know what she died from? From worrying about the mental patients not being able to get their food. She became a mental patient.

If I don't get food in my mouth I'm still happy. If my pants are round my ankles as long as I don't get arrested for indecent exposure I'm happy. I'm worried about keeping my hair not how it's combed.

The passion of the Italian or the Italian-American population is endless for food and lore and everything about it.

Christmas is more stressful with present buying and making sure everyone gets included but Thanksgiving is really not that. I don't ever really get stressed out about the food.