Cooking hasn't yet been accepted as the art form it is. It should be on the level with any of the other art forms.

The sweetness and generosity and politeness and gentleness and humanity of the French had shown me how lovely life can be if one takes time to be friendly.

The more you know, the more you can create. There's no end to imagination in the kitchen.

I never feel lonely in the kitchen. Food is very friendly.

In the 1960s, you could eat anything you wanted, and of course, people were smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, and there was no talk about fat and anything like that, and butter and cream were rife. Those were lovely days for gastronomy, I must say.

No matter what happens in the kitchen, never apologize.

I would far prefer to have things happen as they naturally do, such as the mousse refusing to leave the mold, the potatoes sticking to the skillet, the apple charlotte slowly collapsing. One of the secrets of cooking is to learn to correct something if you can, and bear with it if you cannot.