Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.

Now, twenty years old, I come out and I go back to Greenwich Village. Now, of course, I'm a wealthy man.

I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.

The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.

Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.

Now the Tombs, like the name says, are so horrible that they had to close it down. Today it doesn't exist and people go in the electric chair and all that.

I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.

The judge said I was a menace to society because I had put crime on a scientific basis.

The other guy I dug a lot was Burroughs because he was a smart man already; he learned it through the druggie pool - the street scene of an old aristocratic kind of man.

My father went into the armed service and I never saw my mother - I don't know what happened to her.

I just trust people and they sense everything's gonna be alright.

They, that unnamed "they," they've knocked me down but I got up. I always get up-and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I've long ago named them me.

I was what? - twelve years old - and I was thrown in the cells with these people, so I learned fast.

You see, I went to the sixth grade and that was the highest I ever went.

My background did not start with the East Side; it started with Greenwich Village, which is West Side.

My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he'd be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.

They, that unnamed 'they,' they've knocked me down but I got up. I always get up-and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I've long ago named them me.

Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.

I'm working harder than ever now, and I'm putting on my pants the same as I always have. I just get up every day and try to do a little better than the day before, and that is to run a great restaurant with great food, great wine, and great service. That's my philosophy.

Food was a constant topic of conversation in our household.

Islands are known to differ in the food supply available to ground finches, mainly seeds.

I've always done food that can work in a set time frame. The message I'm trying to get across is, it doesn't have to take three days to do this. With planning, you can do a lot and really have quality food every day.

You know, nobody eats in England. Three or four pints of English beer a night fills you. I can't say I'm very impressed with the food in America. it's all sort of bland. Like turkey sandwiches.

Food simply isn't important to me.

It all comes back to the basics. Serve customers the best-tasting food at a good value in a clean, comfortable restaurant, and they'll keep coming back.

It is obvious that the greatest and most important service that is required of our agriculture under existing conditions is an enlarged production of the staple food crops.

Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear out but clothes, To keep one from going nude.

We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion season. For us, food was part of the fabric of our day.

I've always preferred food be on the blander side.

The high food value of field beans and the shortage of supply due to the light yields of 1915 and 1916 render them of great importance in the regions to which they are adapted.

Mostly I enjoy the restaurants (my husband is a chef), though I wish we had a wider diversity of ethnic food.

You know the great irony is that people think you have to have money to enjoy fine food, which is a shame.

Unfortunately, the food industry has not yet faced this situation and begun taking measures to avoid exploiting our weakness for not knowing when we have had enough.

All my jobs have been with food in one way or another since 1948. My parents were in the hotel business, and I just loved the warm hearted people who worked so hard with such good humor.

Everyone would talk about their diets and working out and what it made me do was go to craft services where all the food for the cast and crew was and I would eat.

Italy in the first years got food, for the first year or the first periods got food. Then we got raw materials and then we got tool machines, let's say, instruments for working.

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.

I went from 118 pounds to 135 pounds in a few months. But, I still didn't know anything about food.

Every major food company now has an organic division. There's more capital going into organic agriculture than ever before.

I grew up on food stamps. I come from a very humble background. And I've had many friends that have been destitute - you know, running into trouble - and places like The Midnight Mission have given them hope and have fed them and gotten them back on the right path.

Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.

If there is to be any hope of prosperity for this country it is by reversing that policy which made us simply the kitchen garden for supplying the British with cheap food.

As long as there's pasta and Chinese food in the world, I'm okay.

I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country with his heart, and not merely with his lips, follow me.

Maybe a person's time would be as well spent raising food as raising money to buy food.

Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food.

I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?

Fairness forces you - even when you're writing a piece highly critical of, say, genetically modified food, as I have done - to make sure you represent the other side as extensively and as accurately as you possibly can.

Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.