When a man is small, he loves and hates food with a ferocity which soon dims. At six years old his very bowels will heave when such a dish as creamed carrots or cold tapioca appear before him.

...for me there is too little of life to spend most of it forcing myself into detachment from it.

In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.

Children and old people and the parents in between should be able to live together, in order to learn how to die with grace, together. And I fear that this is purely utopian fantasy.

A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet.

Dictionaries are always fun, but not always reassuring.

Hunger is more than a problem of belly and guts, and ... the satisfying of it can and must and does nourish the spirit as well as the body.