France eats more conciously, more intelligently, than any other nation.

When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.

I wrote like a junkie. I had to have my daily fix.

For me, a plain baked potato is the most delicious one....It is soothing and enough.

People ask me: "Why do you write about food, and eating, and drinking? Why don't you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way the others do?" . . . The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry.

No yoga exercise, no meditation in a chapel filled with music will rid you of your blues better than the humble task of making your own bread.

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