The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby - how could anything so beautiful be mine?

As if a cookbook had anything to do with writing.

the French write plays and paint as naturally as we play jazz - it's just a national gift.

There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.

Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.

The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby - how could anything so beautiful be mine?

Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.