I don't believe you can ever really cook unless you love eating.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.

I never taste the wine first in restaurants, I just ask the waiter to pour.

It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.

But if you know that something has been really vicious, you don't read it, you don't let it into your head. What's damaging is when sentences go through your head and you burn with the injustice of it.

I don't believe in low-fat cooking.

Emotion is messy, contradictory... and true.

I never have plans for the future as you never know how things will turn out.