Make food a very incidental part of your life by filling your life so full of meaningful things that you’ll hardly have time to think about food.
I think I went to Italy initially for the art, architecture, food and history, but I stayed there because of the people in Cortona.
I got a fascination with food.
Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
That was my childhood. I grew up with the monks, studying Sanskrit and meditating for hours in the morning and hours in the evening, and going once a day to beg for food.
The need for connection and community is primal, as fundamental as the need for air, water, and food.
One way to find food for thought is to use the fork in the road, the bifurcation that marks the place of emergence in which a new line of development begins to branch off.
For much of the female half of the world, food is the first signal of our inferiority. It lets us know that our own families may consider female bodies to be less deserving, less needy, less valuable.
Quarreling over food and drink, having neither scruples nor shame, not knowing right from wrong, not trying to avoid death or injury, not fearful of greater strength or of greater numbers, greedily aware only of food and drink – such is the bravery of the dog and boar.