“Almost any normal oyster never knows from one year to the next whether he is he or she, and may start at any moment, after the first year, to lay eggs where before he spent his sexual energies in being exceptionally masculine.” KnowsYearsFirstsMayMomentsNextEnergyNormalLaysEggsMasculineOysters Book:The Art of Eating Source: The Art of Eating
“I honestly believe that everything I know about the writing of non-fiction (or writing) could be engraved on the head of a pin with a garden hoe.” KnowsWritingBelieveFictionGardenHonestlyPinsNon FictionEngravedHoe Author:M. F. K. Fisher
“It was there [Dijon], I now understand, that I started to grow up, to study, to make love, to eat and drink, to be me and not what I was expected to be. It was there that I learned it is blessed to receive, as well as that every human being, no matter how base, is worthy of my respect and even my envy because he knows something that I may never be old or wise or kind or tender enough to know.” KnowsHumansWellsKindMayMatterEnoughGrowsHuman BeingsGrowing UpStudyWiseDrinkBlessedWorthyEnvyExpectedMaking Love Book:Long Ago In France: The Years In Dijon Source: Long Ago In France: The Years In Dijon
“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.” PeopleIfsKnowsMindWould BeSpiritStudyHungerGood PeopleBent Book:The Art of Eating Source: The Art of Eating
“I am more modest now, but I still think that one of the pleasantest of all emotions is to know that I, I with my brain and my hands, have nourished my beloved few, that I have concocted a stew or a story, a rarity or a plain dish, to sustain them truly against the hungers of the world.” ThinkingKnowsWorldStillsStoriesHandsEmotionBrainFoodHungerBelovedCulinaryDishesModestStewRarity Book:The Art of Eating Source: The Art of Eating
“I sat in the gradually chilling room, thinking of my whole past the way a drowning man is supposed to, and it seemed part of the present, part of the gray cold and the beggar woman without a face and the moulting birds frozen to their own filth in the Orangerie. I know now I was in the throes of some small glandular crisis, a sublimated bilious attack, a flick from the whip of melancholia, but then it was terrifying...nameless...” ThinkingKnowsMenWayWholePastFacesRoomsColdBirdCrisisSatGrayFrozenChillDrowningBeggarWhipsNamelessFilth Book:The Art of Eating Source: The Art of Eating
“At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food.” PeopleKnowsSeemsLocalsWitchUncannyWarlocks Author:M. F. K. Fisher
