Quote

Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.

M. F. K. Fisher

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

M. F. K. Fisher
Age: 83 †
Born: 1908
Born: July 3
Died: 1992
Died: June 22
Author
Diarist
Memoirist
Screenwriter
Writer
Albion
Michigan
M.F.K. Fisher
Mary Frances Kennedy Fisher
Eggs
Private
Broken
Food
Probably
Things
World

More quotes by M. F. K. Fisher

Image
When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
When shall we live if not now?
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
I believe that one of the most dignified ways we are capable of, to assert and then reassert our dignity in the face of poverty and war's fears and pains, is to nourish ourselves with all possible skill, delicacy, and ever-increasing enjoyment.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
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
Image
Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly through the ground. Once eaten in Paris, they never taste as good anywhere else.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
It is easy to think of potatoes, and fortunately for men who have not much money it is easy to think of them with a certain safety. Potatoes are one of the last things to disappear, in times of war, which is probably why they should not be forgotten in times of peace.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
Almost every person has something secret he likes to eat.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
But if I must be alone, I refuse to be alone as if it were something weak and distasteful, like convalescence.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
. . . word-sniffing . . . is an addiction, like glue -- or snow -- sniffing in a somewhat less destructive way, physically if not economically. . . . As an addict, I am almost guiltily interested in converts to my own illness . . .
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
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.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
If time, so fleeting, must like humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfumes of conviviality.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
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
Image
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 about hunger, and not wars or love.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
... there can be no more shameless carelessness than with the food we eat for life itself.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
... most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak. What is more, they need a steak. Preferably they need it rare, grilled, heavily salted, for that way it is most easily digested, and most quickly turned into the glandular whip their tired adrenals cry for.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
death ... so seldom happens nowadays in the awesome quiet of a familiar chamber. Most of us die violently, thanks to the advance of science and warfare. If by chance we are meant to end life in our beds, we are whisked like pox victims to the nearest hospital, where we are kept as alone and unaware as possible of the approach of disintegration.
M. F. K. Fisher
Image
I was horribly self-conscious I wanted everybody to look at me and think me the most fascinating creature in the world, and yet I died a small hideous death if I saw even one person throw a casual glance at me.
M. F. K. Fisher