Bert Greene famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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Proust had his madeleines; I am devastated by the scent of yeast bread rising.
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There is no such thing as reconstituted lemon juice, only reconstituted taste buds.
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Approaching the stove, she would don a voluminous apron, toss some meat on a platter, empty a skillet of its perfectly cooked a point vegetables, sprinkle a handful of chopped parsley over all, and then, like a proficient striptease artist, remove the apron, allowing it to fall to the floor with a shake of her hips.
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Talking about food arouses certain individuals the way talking about sex does others.
-- Bert Greene
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Fat is a barrier, a bellicose statement to others that, to some, justifies hostility in kind. The world says to the fat person, "Your fatness is an affront to me, so we have the right to treat you as offensively as you appear." Fat is not merely viewed as another type of tissue, but as a diagnostic sign, a personal statement, and a measure of personality. Too little fat and we see you as being antisocial, fearful and sexless. Too much fat and we see you as slothful, stupid, and sexually hung up.
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A man may be a pessimistic determinist before lunch and an optimistic believer in the will's freedom after it.
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All the things I really like to do are either immoral, illegal or fattening.
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But I don't want nutrition. I want food!
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It so depends on each script, because you can say... I always thought I wouldn't have wanted to do something that was kind of like as big and commercial as 'The Dark is Rising,' but I really liked the script. I thought it was really clever.
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The talkers are rising above the thinkers.
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The waters are rising, but so am I. I am not going under, but over.
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In most bull markets there comes a time when the public controls fluctuations and the efforts of the largest operators are insufficient to check the rising tide.
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The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
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The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky.
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