The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.
— George Carlin

He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
— Emily Dickinson

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’ ‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered, ‘But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.
— Stephen Crane

The guy was infected with bird flu because he took a sick chicken, slaughtered it and and then ate it.
— Thaksin Shinawatra

I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.
— Julia Child