The fit is my main focus, I want the fit to be great and that's the focal point for me.
The fine arts are five in number, namely: painting, sculpture, poetry, music, and architecture, the principal branch of the latter being pastry.
When we no longer have good cooking in the world, we will have no literature, nor high and sharp intelligence, nor friendly gatherings, no social harmony.
I want order and taste. A well displayed meal is enhanced one hundred per cent in my eyes.
The guardian and arbiter of superlative eating, with every meal an unforgettable experience in pleasure, starting with the soup, which he said, 'must be the agent provocateur of a good dinner. '
to "set the standard for beauty in classical and modem cookery, and attest to the distant future that the French chefs of the 19th century were the most famous in the world.
My boy, the 'quenelles de sole' were splendid, but the peas were poor. You should shake the pan gently, all the time, like this.
Don't worry about calling for me. Just pop a cork loudly enough and I'll come running.
Squatting on old bones and excrement and rusty iron, in a white blaze of heat, a panorama of naked idiots stretches to the horizon. Complete silence - their speech centres are destroyed - except for the crackle of sparks and the popping of singed flesh as they apply electrodes up and down the spine. White smoke of burning flesh hangs in the motionless air. A group of children have tied an idiot to a post with barbed wire and built a fire between his legs and stand watching with bestial curiosity as the flames lick his thighs. His flesh jerks in the fire with insect agony.
Commute me, execute me. Don't drag it out.
God made us for joy. God is joy, & the joy of living reflects the original joy that God felt in creating us.