I never ask myself how I do what I do. After all, how does it rain?
What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
When you’re young, the silliest notions seem the greatest achievements.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one’s self. All sin is easy after that.
You cannot belong to anyone else, until you belong to yourself.
There’s a period of life when we swallow a knowledge of ourselves and it becomes either good or sour inside.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
To talk to someone who does not listen is enough to tense the devil.
I don’t like to say that my kitchen is a religious place, but I would say that if I were a voodoo priestess, I would conduct my rituals there.
I discuss humanity and not races.
You can taste a word.
Sometimes I would almost rather have people take years of my life than take away a moment.
Do not worry about whether or not the sun will rise. Be prepared to enjoy it.
The deed of love is stronger than words.
The fact is that it takes more than ingredients and technique to cook a good meal. A good cook puts something of himself into the preparation – he cooks with enjoyment, anticipation, spontaneity, and he is willing to experiment.
Fate carries its own clock.
Sometimes you think the whole world is falling, and it’s only yourself that’s leaning.
How can you give a man a room in a house and not let him come through the front door?
I hate labels, and I wear no labels. When a man has to put something around his neck and say I am, he isn’t.
I tell stories to music and, thank God, in tune.