The English have only three sauces - a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

To contest an author's right to create a poetic or realistic work is to want to force him to change his temperament, challenge his originality, refuse to allow him to use the eye and the intelligence nature has given him.

Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

Champagne... the wine of kings, the king of wines

I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.