“cooked alive or forced to eat the severed ears from their own heads”

“Wanting someone else to eat the things you have cooked is the same as wanting that person to know you.I figured eating your own cooking is a way of getting to know yourself.”

“I’ve gone astray. It’s better to cook with a stray than eat your own cat.”

“The mind has an ear of its own and sometimes memory is the fiercest fucking DJ alive.”

“Can you cook?""No."Drawing her brows together, she grabbed both of his ears and drew his head up. "Not at all? That's remarkably chauvinistic for a man whose policies primarily reflect the feminist viewpoint."Alan lifted a brow. "I don't expect you to be able to cook either." Amusement shot into his eyes. "Can you?"Shelby struggled with a grin. "Barely.""I find that odd for someone with your appetite.""I eat out a lot.”

“She cleared her throat once or twice, and said something about poor people should eat a lot of herrings, as they were most nutritious, also she had heard poor people eat heaps of sheeps' heads and she went on to ask if I ever cooked them. I said I would rather be dead than cook or eat a sheep's head; I'd seen them in butchers' shops with awful eyes and bits of wool sticking to their skulls. After that helpful hints for the poor were forgotten.”