Jose Mourinho

I don’t think we are so ugly that we should be seen as the devil and I don’t think Arsene Wenger and David Dein are so beautiful that they should be viewed as angels.

Some clubs are treated as devils, some are treated as angels.

I have a lot of respect for Liverpool fans and what I did, the sign of silence – ‘shut your mouth’ – was not for them, it was for the English press.

For me, pressure is bird flu. I’m feeling a lot of pressure with the problem in Scotland. It’s not fun and I’m more scared of it than football.

Look at my haircut. I am ready for the war.

[on Roman Abramovich] We were never friends – José Mourinho

Trump Steaks, where are the steaks? Do we have steaks? We have Trump Steaks.

A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral.

Sacred cows make the best hamburger.

I love to cook comfort food. I’ll make fish and vegetables or meat and vegetables and potatoes or rice. The ritual of it is fun for me, and the creativity of it.

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

Chocolate makes everyone smile – even bankers.

Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.

New Orleans food is as delicious as the less criminal forms of sin.

I am vegetarian. I became one at 20 when I was working in a pig farm. I got attached to the pigs and I couldn’t stand the thought that they would have to go off to be slaughtered.

I don’t go long without eating. I never starve myself: I grab a healthy snack.

I go to McDonald’s every day. But I don’t eat much.

Together, we can help make sure that every family that walks into a restaurant can make an easy, healthy choice.

I do not like broccoli. And I haven’t liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. And I’m President of the United States and I’m not going to eat any more broccoli.

A mighty porterhouse steak an inch and a half thick, hot and sputtering from the griddle; dusted with fragrant pepper; enriched with little melting bits of butter of the most impeachable freshness and genuineness; the precious juices of the meat trickling out and joining the gravy, archipelagoed with mushrooms; a township or two of tender, yellowish fat gracing an out-lying district of this ample county of beefsteak; the long white bone which divides the sirloin from the tenderloin still in its place.

The only meat I eat is from animals I’ve killed myself.