... most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak. What is more, they need a steak. Preferably they need it rar….

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 tha….

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….

It is a curious fact that no man likes to call himself a glutton, and yet each of us has in him a trace of gluttony, potential or actual. I cannot be….

There are may of us who cannot but feel dismal about the future of various cultures. Often it is hard not to agree that we are becoming culinary nitw….

I sat in the gradually chilling room, thinking of my whole past the way a drowning man is supposed to, and it seemed part of the present, part of the….

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

There is a communication of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk. And that is my answer when people ask me: Why do you write a….

For anyone addicted to reading commonplace books . . . finding a good new one is much like enduring a familiar recurrence of malaria, with fever, fit….

Almost any normal oyster never knows from one year to the next whether he is he or she, and may start at any moment, after the first year, to lay egg….

Too few of us, perhaps, feel that breaking of bread, the sharing of salt, the common dipping into one bowl, mean more than satisfaction of a need. We….

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

It must not simply be taken for granted that a given set of ill-assorted people, for no other reason than because it is Christmas, will be joyful to ….

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

I like old people when they have aged well..

When shall we live if not now?.

It is all a question of weeding out what you yourself like best to do, so that you can live most agreeably in a world full of an increasing number of….

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one..

I wrote from the time I was four. It was my way of screaming and yelling, the primal scream. I wrote like a junkie, I had to have my daily fix..

I think that when two people are able to weave that kind of invisible thread of understanding and sympathy between each other, that delicate web, the….

All men are hungry. They always have been. They must eat, and when they deny themselves the pleasures of carrying out that need, they are cutting off….