There is a mistaken idea, ancient but still with us, that an overdose of anything from fornication to hot chocolate will teach restraint by the very results of its abuse. M. F. K. Fisher More Quotes by M. F. K. Fisher More Quotes From M. F. K. Fisher When shall we live if not now? M. F. K. Fisher anxietyifsworry For me, a plain baked potato is the most delicious one....It is soothing and enough. M. F. K. Fisher potatoesvegetablesenough When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts. M. F. K. Fisher beastmen At its best, [Japanese cooking] is inextricably meshed with aesthetics, with religion, with tradition and history. It is evocative of seasonal changes, or of one's childhood, or of a storm at sea. M. F. K. Fisher childhoodcookingsea ... I think we grieve forever, but that goes for love too, fortunately for us all. M. F. K. Fisher forevergrievingthinking Or you can broil the meat, fry the onions, stew the garlic in the red wine...and ask me to supper. I'll not care, really, even if your nose is a little shiny, so long as you are self-possessed and sure that wolf or no wolf, your mind is your own and your heart is another's and therefore in the right place. M. F. K. Fisher wineselfheart You may feel that you have eaten too much...But this pastry is like feathers - it is like snow. It is in fact good for you, a digestive! M. F. K. Fisher cookingsnowfood A pleasant aperitif, as well as a good chaser for a short quick whiskey, as well again for a fine supper drink, is beer. M. F. K. Fisher whiskeydrinkbeer It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. M. F. K. Fisher cookinglifethinking I cannot count the good people I know who to my mind would be even better if they bent their spirits to the study of their own hungers. M. F. K. Fisher would-bemindpeople ...for me there is too little of life to spend most of it forcing myself into detachment from it. M. F. K. Fisher detachmentlittles I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart. M. F. K. Fisher engravedcarpe-diemheart 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. M. F. K. Fisher yellingfourway This is not that, and that is certainly not this, and at the same time an oyster stew is not stewed, and although they are made of the same things and even cooked almost the same way, an oyster soup should never be called a stew, nor stew soup. M. F. K. Fisher oysterssoupfood [Bachelors'] approach to gastronomy is basically sexual, since few of them under seventy-nine will bother to produce a good meal unless it is for a pretty woman. M. F. K. Fisher pretty-womanmealssex In America we eat, collectively, with a glum urge for food to fill us. We are ignorant of flavour. We are as a nation taste-blind. M. F. K. Fisher cookingfoodamerica ... there can be no more shameless carelessness than with the food we eat for life itself. M. F. K. Fisher carelessnessshameless Probably no strychnine has sent as many husbands into their graves as mealtime scolding has, and nothing has driven more men into the arms of other women as the sound of a shrill whine at table. M. F. K. Fisher husbandfoodmen Painting, it is true, was undergoing a series of -isms reminiscent of the whims of a pregnant woman. M. F. K. Fisher ismswhimpainting The things men come to eat when they are alone are, I suppose, not much stranger than the men themselves.... A writer years ago told me of living for five months on hen mash. M. F. K. Fisher solitudemenyears
