Taste: My Life Through Food

by Stanley Tucci

Drink it. The sun is now in your stomach.

It is the act… (I feel my blood pressure rising as I type. Jesus. I hope I make it through this without having a mini stroke or worse)… the act… (Fuck, I’m starting to sweat)… the act… (Breathe, breathe)… of a full-grown adult… cutting their spaghetti!!!!!!!

“The only way to teach these people is to kill them.”

You never know, a performer you may come to admire in the future might not be able to pay their rent today.

I have never found pretentiousness very filling.

Sometimes the process is more satisfying than the result.