A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.
I love Alton Brown’s show ‘Good Eats,’ about the chemistry of food. It’s really thoughtful.
I grow the vegetables my family eats. I grow enough, and we seldom buy from the market.
I realised there were no good role models for kids. Popeye eats spinach, but also smokes and hits people.
I just want to be entertained. The stories that have aged the best are the ones where the wolf eats grandma, or the woman is going to bake children in an oven, or the bear is going to eat the girl for eating the porridge. There are lessons in there, but they’re deeply engrained and hidden.
I’m not one of those regimental people who never eats certain things – that’s not life. You’ve got to live; you’ve got to eat what you want and treat yourself.
Everybody eats a little differently, but the more where you are aware of what you put in your body and how it affects your performance, the better opportunities you have. And that’s what I’m trying to do.
Rick Rubin eats no cheese.
If you think about Protestant and Catholic or Shiite and Sunni, they are basically the same thing… one eats with their left hand, the other eats with their right hand.
Dieting is murder on the road. Show me a man who travels and I’ll show you one who eats.
My 93-year-old grandma is a beautiful example of healthy living. She laughs a lot and always says, ‘Just be yourself!’ She also eats dessert every single day.
Through shallow intellect, the mind becomes shallow, and one eats the fly, along with the sweets.
I had kicked around the idea for Good Eats when I was directing commercials.
The greedy man is he who habitually eats too much, knowing that he is injuring his bodily health thereby, and this is a vice to which not the gourmet but the gourmand is a slave.
It is idleness that is the curse of man – not labour. Idleness eats the heart out of men as of nations, and consumes them as rust does iron.
My feeling has always been that ‘Good Eats’ would have never happened had it been left to a committee.
Taste is one of the five senses, and the man who tells us with priggish pride that he does not care what he eats is merely boasting of his sad deficiency: he might as well be proud of being deaf or blind, or, owing to a perpetual cold in the head, of being devoid of the sense of smell.
I could go out and talk about President Clinton… or some issue, but people will be on either side. But everyone eats. It’s the international language, like Esperanto.
The one term I don’t like to be called is a ‘vulture.’ Because to me, a vulture is a kind of asset-stripper that eats dead flesh off the bones of a dead creature. Our bird should be the phoenix, the bird that reinvents itself, recreates itself from its ashes. And that’s much closer to what it is that we really do.
Even though I’m a leftist. I think the left eats its own.
I remembered reading about a disease called Leishmaniasis, which matched my symptoms. I’d always thought it was an old wives’ tale – a sand fly bite that eats your flesh. But when I looked on the internet and saw pictures of people who had it, their lesions looked like mine.
Across much of the developing world, by the time she is 12, a girl is tending house, cooking, cleaning. She eats what’s left after the men and boys have eaten; she is less likely to be vaccinated, to see a doctor, to attend school.
I’m made of dead stars, I eat a lot of fruits, and I hate peak period travel, as opposed to my character on ‘The Daily Show with Trevor Noah,’ who is made of jello, eats vegan, and loves camping.
I see music as one language. If one musical form eats its own tail, it dies. So it needs to be a mongrel, it needs to be hybridised.
‘California Bones’ is the first volume in my trilogy about Daniel Blackland, a wizard trying to survive in a world that eats wizards. It’s a book about friends and family, trust and betrayal, the love of power and the power of love.
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.
I started freelancing for Serious Eats while I was still living in Boston. I was born there, grew up in New York City, but went back to Boston for school, and then I lived in Boston for about ten years.
The two biggest meals of your life you don’t have to cook and you don’t get to eat. The first you don’t eat because no man eats – or cares what he eats – at his wedding. The second you don’t eat because, well, no man eats at his funeral, either.
I don’t like to hold on to anger. It eats you up alive.
A jellyfish is little more than a pulsating bell, a tassel of trailing tentacles and a single digestive opening through which it both eats and excretes – as regrettable an example of economy of design as ever was.
A producer is someone who actually calls the shots. An executive producer is just a guy that eats more food at craft service.
My mom is very structured. She gets up, she does her prayers, and she eats her oatmeal with blueberries and Greek yogurt, and she has her prayer list, and she doesn’t worry too much about things.
The thing is, if you follow whatever meal you have with Coke, it eats up the other things. It helps with the digestion of it.
Bitterness is cancer – it eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure.
Whatever anybody eats is their business. I’m just a vegetarian because I personally want to be. If my sons want to go have a steak… then that’s their decision. But coming from my hand, as their mother, I have to give them what I feel is good for them. I don’t take a stand morally. This is for myself.
The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn’t need its brain anymore so it eats it!
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