The human being holds a universe within, filled with overlapping frequencies, and the result is a symphony of cosmic proportions.
I learn more from the one restaurant that didn't work than from all the ones that were successes.
Cooking is like painting or writing a song. Just as there are only so many notes or colors, there are only so many flavors - it's how you combine them that sets you apart.
For me, cooking is an expression of the land where you are and the culture of that place.
When you have made as many mistakes as I have, then you can be as good as me.
Only you can judge your life. You have to live up to your own expectations.
A chef is a mixture maybe of artistry and craft. You have to learn the craft really to get there.
I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.
Whatever you choose you will repent because the other will remain and haunt you. If one needs absolute freedom then choiceless awareness is the only thing.
The food crank is by definition a person willing to cut himself off from human society in the hopes of adding five years onto the life of his carcase; that is, a person out of touch with common humanity.
Gary Shteyngart has written a memoir for the ages. I spat laughter on the first page and closed the last with wet eyes. Un-put-down-able in the day and a half I spent reading it, Little Failure is a window into immigrant agony and ambition, Jewish angst, and anybody's desperate need for a tribe. Readers who've fallen for Shteyngart's antics on the page will relish the trademark humor. But here it's laden and leavened with a deep, consequential, psychological journey. Brave and unflinching, Little Failure is his best book to date