I made my way to one of the giant pillows that lined the walls of the dining hall – couches for humans, elves, and gnomes. I would watch the crowd while I dined. The silverware was too big. I looked around to see how others were managing. Some struggled with knives and forks the size of axes and shovels, some stared at their meal in perplexity. And some dug in with bare hands.

If I eat a huge meal and I can get the girl to rub my belly, I think that’s about as romantic as I can think of.”

I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.

If I had to describe myself to an alien I’d say I was bigger than the average human, enjoy a drink or two with a good meal, and have a bigger head than most. I’d also say I’m really handsome – especially if they were a female alien.

If you knew what I know about the power of giving, you would not let a single meal pass without sharing it in some way.

I eat Green Berets for breakfast. And right now, I’m very hungry!

My body is like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don’t think about it, I just have it.

Meals make the society, hold the fabric together in lots of ways that were charming and interesting and intoxicating to me. The perfect meal, or the best meals, occur in a context that frequently has very little to do with the food itself.

I’m a big believer in winging it. I’m a big believer that you’re never going to find perfect city travel experience or the perfect meal without a constant willingness to experience a bad one

To lengthen your life, lessen your meals.

As a kid, I got three meals a day. Oatmeal, miss a meal and no meal.