When I do a 30-minute meal for instance on Food Network that's my food you see at the end of the show and it's not perfect. And if sometimes things break or drop or the pasta hits the wall when I'm draining it they never stop tape. They just kind of let me go with it.

You know how you wake up in the morning and sometimes you look gorgeous and other times you look like you got hit by a mack truck? I realized that my mack truck is food. If I have no sugar yeast or wine I have no undereye bags and my skin is perfect.

Most food you drop is still perfectly edible. If it was in your eyesight the whole time you can pick it up and eat it.

I know lots and lots and lots of vegetarians who think it's perfectly all right to kill animals for food to eat but don't do it because they think all the ways in which it's done are wrong.

The goodness of a thing created is the perfection of its fitness for the use which it serves. Now that use is either particular or universal.

Oh and once when I was in the Marines I got a perfect score on my physical fitness test.

The way you deal with a scare is the way you deal with a laugh. The timing has to be perfect. When you're dealing with fear or laughter - emotions that happen spontaneously - you hope it's working. But in the moment you really have no idea.

I have been thinking about the notion of perfect love as being without fear and what that means for us in a world that's becoming increasingly xenophobic tortured by fundamentalism and nationalism.

Even as we enumerate their shortcomings the rigor of raising children ourselves makes clear to us our mothers' incredible strength. We fear both. If they are not strong who will protect us? If they are not imperfect how can we equal them?

Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth when perfect sincerity is expected perfect freedom must be allowed nor has anyone who is apt to be angry when he hears the truth any cause to wonder that he does not hear it.