Alice Levine Quotes

When you're the younger brother, usually it's not that common that you're having these experiences that your older brother is in awe of.

I do not like onions. It's so funny because I am probably one of the least picky eaters ever. Pretty much any type of new food, I'll try it, I'll eat it. But onions, and pork. Pork and onions.

My brother Martin is two years younger than me. There has never been any competition between us - clearly he was the good-looking one; he was also very sporty, and I am not a football player.

I don't eat green things, no vegetables.

I'm a really picky eater.

When I tell French parents that I know lots of American kids who will eat only pasta or only white rice, they can't believe it. I mean, they can understand how the kid left to his own devices might do that, but they can't imagine that parents would allow that to happen.

Always having that one-minute tag and always knowing that my brother was one minute older than me, it always made life much more competitive.

Having lived in America and France, I've been on both sides of the picky-eating divide.

My parents always used to complain about my eating habits. I was different. I was wrong. Everything had to be plain or boiled. I was 14 before I ate pasta with tomato sauce. My dad would take me to the best restaurants, and all I would eat was rice with olive oil.

I'm a picky eater, so, often, if I can't find something to eat at catering, I order pizza.

Food does not rank high on my list. I eat to live, and I'm very particular about my diet. It's strictly low fat diet for me.

I don't drink milk, and I don't eat bread, pasta or rice. But I eat a lot of meat, chicken, fish and salads.

I am not a foodie, thank goodness. I will eat pretty much anything. A lot of my friends are getting incredibly fussy about food and I see it as a bit of an affliction.

The reality of growing up is we changed schools so many times, my brother was my best friend. We have a five-year age gap, and my brother inspired me. He started boxing, and I just want to show that I could do things better than him.

There was never any butter in our home. Just margarine. My parents acted like butter was lethal. I don't think I ever saw either one have a piece of butter. I would go over to friends' houses and down sticks of butter.

I ate everything - a lot of pizza, bags of chips and boxes of cookies. Now I love chicken, that's all I eat.

There was a 10- and 8-year difference between us, so my brothers were into tormenting me and I was into getting away from them.

I was a very picky eater.

I won't eat anything green.

My son, before he went to school, he'd eat pretty much everything. Then as soon as he went to school, he got some peer pressure, and other kids would say, 'Oh, you're gonna eat that. That's horrible. That's disgusting.'

My mom and dad will look at me and my husband, and they're like 'I feel so sorry for this child! He's not eating fish sticks and pizza!' I'm like, 'We try to give it to him, but he doesn't wanna eat it!'

I'm the pickiest eater ever.

I work with my brother a lot, and we don't fight - probably because it's not two girls. And he's six years older. But I have daughters who are three years apart, and they fight all the time.

Don't we all think picky eaters are a pain in the rear end? The good thing about the holidays is that it's a buffet-style thing, so you can pick what you want. It's about filling your belly, not theirs.

I have two sisters; one is two years older, and one is eight years older. That helped me understand how completely different sister relationships can be.