My favorite food city is wherever I happen to be eating. You know what they say, love the one you're with!

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

“I wish to eat," said Mowgli. "I am a stranger in this part of the jungle. Bring me food, or give me leave to hunt here.”

It's difficult to believe that people are still starving in this country because food isn't available.

And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.

Man and animals are in reality vehicles and conduits of food, tombs of animals, hostels of death, coverings that consume, deriving life by the .

Knowledge of the past and of the places of the earth is the ornament and food of the mind of man.

Immense wealth, and its lavish expenditure, fill the great house with all that can please the eye, or tempt the taste. here, appetite, not food, is the great desideratum.