To eat figs off the tree in the very early morning, when they have been barely touched by the sun, is one of the exquisite pleasures of the Mediterranean.

The grotesque prudishness and archness with which garlic is treated in [England] has led to the superstition that rubbing the bowl with it before putting the salad in gives sufficient flavor. It rather depends whether you are going to eat the bowl or the salad.

Even more then long hours in the kitchen, fine meals require ingenious organization and experience which is a pleasure to acquire.

Provence is a country to which I am always returning, next week, next year, any day now, as soon as I can get on a train.

I don't copy recipes without trying them out. I don't reprint without trying them again.

Every day holds the possibility of a miracle.

I would probably never have learned to cook.