#food

All right, You Great Git, You've asked for it. I'll cover the world in Tastee-Freez and Wimpy Burgers. I'll fill it with concrete runways, motorways, aircraft, television, automobiles, advertising, plastic flowers, frozen food and supersonic bangs. I'll make it so noisy and disgusting that even You'll be ashamed of Yourself! No wonder You've so few friends. You're unbelievable! ↗

— Peter Cook

#food

...it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source. ↗

— Ruth Reichl

#food

* The revolution of consciousness is connected to the food revolution ↗

— Bryant McGill

#generous #perception #food

Hunger of the heart is much stronger than hunger for food. ↗

— Amanda Comer

#food #heart #hunger #longing #food

My meat smells like cat food. Makes me want to lick my own asshole.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cats #food #lick #meat #food

There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub. ↗

— Anthony Bourdain

#food

The radio signal was scrambled, and so were my eggs. I got tired of eating commercial breaks for breakfast. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#commercials #eating #eggs #food #radio

Talking about independence makes me wonder, Who is truly independent in this world? A farmer who grows food is dependent on a baker, a barber, a doctor, and so on. A doctor is dependent on other people of different professions in order to survive. I am dependent and will be dependent on certain caregivers and therapists. Those caregivers and therapists need people like me to earn their bread and butter and draw their salaries. So no one is doing any favors when choosing whatever his means of livelihood is. ↗

— Tito Rajarshi Mukhopadhyay

#independence #interdependence #interdependency #relationships #food

I've been talking to myself a lot lately. I don't know what that's about, but my mother was the same way. She hated to make small talk with other people, but get her into a conversation with herself and she was quite the raconteur. She would tell herself a joke and clap her hands together as she let out a laugh; she would murmur to the plants as she watered them, and offer encouragement to the food as she cooked it. Sometimes I would walk into a room and surprise her as she was regaling herself with some delightful story, and I remember how the sound would dry up in her mouth. She stood there, frozen in the headlights of my teenage scorn. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#headlights #talking #food

Student food." His eyes went to the tomato on the sill. "Whatever's in the refrigerator over pasta. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#student #food