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When shall we live if not now?
Salad is roughage and a French idea.
I like old people when they have aged well.
I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.
An oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life.
I wrote like a junkie. I had to have my daily fix.
Cooks must feed their egos as well as their customers.
Dictionaries are always fun, but not always reassuring.
Almost every person has something secret he likes to eat.
Good wine, well drunk, can lend majesty to the human spirit.
France eats more conciously, more intelligently, than any other nation.
gastronomy is and always has been connected with its sister art of love.
When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.
since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto.
Cheese has always been a food that both sophisticated and simple humans love.
A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet.
There's a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.
... I think we grieve forever, but that goes for love too, fortunately for us all.
A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.
For me, a plain baked potato is the most delicious one....It is soothing and enough.
Most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak.
One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough.
... living out of sight of any shore does rich and powerfully strange things to humans.
Write one good clean sentence and put a period at the end of it. Then write another one.
... there can be no more shameless carelessness than with the food we eat for life itself.
Digestion is one of the most delicately balanced of all human and perhaps angelic functions.
Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.
...for me there is too little of life to spend most of it forcing myself into detachment from it.
old age is more bearable if it can be helped by an early acceptance of being loved and of loving.
Painting, it is true, was undergoing a series of -isms reminiscent of the whims of a pregnant woman.
It is impossible to think of any good meal, no matter how plain or elegant, without soup or bread in it
It is impossible to think of any good meal, no matter how plain or elegant, without soup or bread in it.
It is hard and perhaps impossible for many people to recognize the difference between innocence and naiveté.
Having bowed to the inevitability of the dictum that we must eat to live, we should ignore it and live to eat.
But if I must be alone, I refuse to be alone as if it were something weak and distasteful, like convalescence.
In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.
Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures.
Sharing our meals should be a joyful and a trustful act, rather than the cursory fulfillment of our social obligations.
A pleasant aperitif, as well as a good chaser for a short quick whiskey, as well again for a fine supper drink, is beer.
War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist
War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist.
When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.
Life is hard, we say. An oyster's life is worse. She lives motionless, soundless, her own cold ugly shape her only dissipation.
In America we eat, collectively, with a glum urge for food to fill us. We are ignorant of flavour. We are as a nation taste-blind.
The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight
A well-made Martini or Gibson, correctly chilled and nicely served, has been more often my true friend than any two-legged creature.
I cannot count the good people I know who to my mind would be even better if they bent their spirits to the study of their own hungers.
You may feel that you have eaten too much...But this pastry is like feathers - it is like snow. It is in fact good for you, a digestive!