Food Quotes - Page 2

Life is half delicious yogurt, half crap, and your job is to keep the plastic spoon in the yogurt.

It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin.

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.

Feel better, work better.

Love is a banana. First you peel it, and then you roll on the condom.


Silas consumed only one food, and it was not bananas.

She's a girl after my own heart. Food first, conversation later.

I’ve decided the act that cannot wait / is the important will to create / But, ah, if my belly is ignored / the pantry door I shall implore / But I’ve been known to reach the bed / ideas still famished in my head.

When a man's girlfriend's parents ask him what it is that he does for a living: they’re not really concerned about him; they’re concerned about their daughter’s tummy.

How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?

Thanks to his salary, an employee is free to eat whatever, wherever. However, because of his job, he is not free to eat whenever.

It's just... You sound like lorde. But like, with maple syrup.

If you want to keep people happy, just keep the food and entertainment rolling.

Listen in close, Wall Street Conquistadors, you’re spreading like vapor up through people’s floors, you’re moving en masse under the cracks of our doors and grabbing our children to work in your stores, feeding the needy to make them your whores, but you need to remember the grave you’re digging is yours.

She realized that being starved for words was the same as being starved for food, because both left a hollow place inside you, a place you needed filled to make it through another day. Rachel remembered how growing up she’d thought living on a farm with just a father was as lonely as you could be. (130)

Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn’t it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words.

Do you see a theme emerging? Women like flowers; men like food!

All civilized wo/men are prostitutes: Some sell what's between their legs; the rest sell what's between their ears.

If women are breadwinners and men bring home the bacon, why do people complain about having no dough? I'm confused. Also hungry.