“Voltou noventa minutos mais tarde e conseguiu trabalhar com uma mão, fazendo muito capazmente mais de 150 jantares à la carte. Fiquei satisfeito com esta demonstração de lealdade. Trabalhar mesmo com dores e ferimentos conta muito para mim.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“Havia uma coisa engraçada; partilhávamos uma frequência de rádio com uma unidade à civil da divisão de crimes de rua do Departamento de Polícia de Nova Iorque, que operava por ali. Estavam sempre a tentar que mudássemos a frequência, mas nós não podíamos, porque usávamos todas as que o nosso equipamento permitia: uma para os gerentes, outra para a cozinha, a terceira como frequência de segurança.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“Storytelling tastes best in the kitchen, told deep inside the aroma of cooking, told with stomachs growling and mouths salivating. In the kitchen, partnerships formed, bargains began, forgiveness came with the sharing of food.”
“In this business, one missing lid can teach you more about operations than any leadership course ever could.”
Source: To Those Who Make the Tea: A Memoir of Burnout, Burgers & Behind the Scenes in F&B Life
“We have the right to demand that if we find men against whom there is not only suspicion, but almost a certainty that they have had collusion with men whose interests were in conflict with the interests of the public, they shall, at least, be required to bring positive facts with which to prove there has not been such collusion; and they ought themselves to have been the first to demand such an investigation." -Teddy Roosevelt”
Source: The Bully Pulpit: Theodore Roosevelt, William Howard Taft, and the Golden Age of Journalism
“What a great man. There aren't very many of them left. I can't wait to see his other policies. Hope he's the next Teddy Roosevelt!”
Source: Beast Machine
“In the incongruous role of the insurgent party-builder, he made crystal clear the whole host of inferences we have drawn from the experiences of Monroe and Polk: that innovation, however orthodox, is inherently destabilizing; that the purely constructive leadership project is an illusion; that the affiliated leader cannot assume independent ground without ultimately embracing the role of the heretic; that the only way ever to be president in your own right is to become yourself a great repudiator and set yourself directly against the bulwark of received power; that political disruption parallels presidential significance. Roosevelt's insight was not simply that new achievements do not rest securely on old foundations, but that to save the handiwork of his presidency he would have to reconstruct its political base.”
Source: The Politics Presidents Make: Leadership from John Adams to Bill Clinton
“Onward and upward he pushed until rock, ground, and forest came to an end, until there was nothing but a sharp edge of blunt earth protruding in the late light of the range, where he could see well beyond the park boundaries to national forest land that he had once scouted on foot and horseback. He remembered it then as roadless, the only trails being those hacked by Indians and prospectors. He had taken notes on the flora and fauna, commented on the age of the bristlecone pine trees at the highest elevations, the scrub oak in the valleys, the condors overhead, the trout in alpine tarns. He had lassoed that wild land in ink, returned to Washington, and sent the sketch to the president, who preserved it for posterity. What did Michelangelo feel at the end of his life, staring at a ceiling in the Vatican or a marble figure in Florence? Pinchot knew. And those who followed him, his great-great-grandchildren, Teddy's great-great-grandchildren, people living in a nation one day of five hundred million people, could find their niche as well. Pinchot felt God in his soul, and thanked him, and weariness in his bones. He sensed he had come full circle.”
Source: The Big Burn: Teddy Roosevelt and the Fire that Saved America
“Siate gentili a parole, ma portatevi dietro un grosso candelotto di dinamite!”
Source: The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck
“Son cou est saupoudré de grains de beauté minuscules, constellations descendant jusqu'à ses seins. Je deviens l'astronome de sa peau, fourre mon nez dans ses étoiles.”