Gourmet Rhapsody Quotes

“The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“People think that children don't know anything. It's enough to make you wonder if grownups were ever children once upon a time.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Pastries . . . can only be appreciated to the full extent of their subtlety when they are not eaten to assuage our hunger, when the orgy of their sugary sweetness is not destined to full some primary need but to coat our palate with all the benevolence of the world.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“I know that they're all unhappy because nobody loves the right person the way they should and because they don't understand that it's really their own self that they're mad at.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“I am going to die, but that is of no importance.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Wine is the refined jewel that only a grown woman will prefer to the sparkling trinkets adored by little girls.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“What is writing, no matter how lavish the pieces, if it says nothing of the truth, cares little for the heart, and is merely subservient to the pleasure of showing one's brilliance.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Words: repositories for singular realities which they then transform into memories in an anthology, magicians that change the face of reality by adorning it with the right to become memorable, to be placed in a library of memories.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“A man who farts in bed . . . is a man who loves life.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Because art is life, playing to other rhythms.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“This is the end of an epic tale, the story of my coming of age, which, like in the novels of the same description, went from wonder to ambition, from ambition to disillusion, and from disillusion to cynicism.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“How ironic! After decades of grub, deluges of wine and alcohol of every sort, after a life spent in butter, cream, rich sauces, and oil in constant, knowingly orchestrated and meticulously cajoled excess, my trustiest right-hand men, Sir Liver and his associate Stomach, are doing marvelously well and it is my heart that is giving out. I am dying of cardiac insufficiency. What a bitter pill to swallow.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“The French are often, when it comes to wine, so formal that they border on the ridiculous.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Tasting is an act of pleasure, and writing about that pleasure is an artistic gesture, but the only true work of art, in the end, is another person's feast.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“The raw tomato, devoured in the garden when freshly picked, is a horn of abundance of simple sensations, a radiating rush in one's mouth that brings with it every pleasure. . . . a tomato, an adventure.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“A terroir only exists by virtue of one's childhood mythology . . . we have invented these words of tradition rooted deep in the land and identity of a region . . . because we want to solidify and objectify the magical, bygone years that preceded the horror of becoming an adult.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Talent consists not in inventing shapes but in causing those that were invisible to emerge.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“No one was the least bit hungry anymore, but that is precisely what is so good about the moment devoted to pastries; they can only be appreciated to the full extent of their subtlety when they are not eaten to assuage our hunger, when the orgy of their sugary sweetness is not destined to fill some primary need but to coat our palate with all the benevolence of the world.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“A flavor...what do you think, old madman, what do you think? That if you find a lost flavor you will eradicate decades of misunderstanding and find yourself confronted with a truth that might redeem the aridity of your heart of stone? And yet he had in his possession all the arms that make for the best duelist: a fine way with his pen, nerve, panache. His prose...his prose was nectar, ambrosia, a hymn to language: it was gut-wrenching, and it hardly mattered whether he was talking about food or something else, it would be a mistake to think that the topic mattered: it was the way he phrased it that was so brilliant.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“What I really devoured . . . was the truculence of my hosts' language: the syntax may have been brutally sloppy, but it was oh so warm in its juvenile authenticity. I feasted on their words, yes, the words flowing at that get-together of country brothers, the sort of words that, at times, delight one much more than the pleasures of the flesh. Words: repositories for singular realities which they transform into moments in an anthology, magicians that change the face of reality by adorning it with the right to become memorable, to be placed in a library of memories. Life exists only by virtue of the osmosis of words and facts, where the former encase the latter in ceremonial dress.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Words: repositories for singular realities which they then transform into moments in an anthology, magicians that change the face of reality by adorning it with the right to become memorable, to be placed in a library of memories. Life exists only by virtue of the osmosis of words and facts, where the former encase the latter in ceremonial dress. Thus, the words of my chance acquaintances, crowning the meal with an unprecedented grace, had almost formed the substance of my feast in spite of myself, and what I had enjoyed so merrily was the verb, not the meat.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“How can one betray oneself to such a degree? What corruption greater even than power can lead us to thus deny the proof of pleasure, to hold in contempt that which we have loved? ...I could have written about chouquettes my whole life long; and my whole life long, I wrote against them.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“... in qualsiasi attività nobile o denigrata c'è sempre spazio per una folgorazione di onnipotenza.”
― Barbery Muriel, Gourmet Rhapsody

“The first time he consulted me, I caught a glimpse of my salvation. He made a gift to me of the very thing that I - too corrupted by my bourgeoise blood to renounce it- could not be, merely by tacitly agreeing to be my client, simply by frequenting my waiting room on a regular basis, with his ordinary docile manner of a patient who makes no fuss. Later he gave me another gift, magnanimously, that of his conversation. Worlds hitherto unknown to me suddenly appeared, and the very thing that my flame had always coveted so ardently, and had despaired of ever obtaining, was suddenly mine, thanks to him, vicariously.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody

“Il crudo. Com'e' superficiale credere che consista nella brutta azione di divorare un prodotto non
preparato!
Tagliare il pesce crudo e' come tagliare la pietra. ”
― Muriel Barbery, Une gourmandise

“Un bravo marmista conosce la materia...il suo talento, infatti, non consiste nell'inventare forme, bensi' nel rendere manifeste quelle che erano invisibili.”
― Muriel Barbery, Une gourmandise

“Degustare e' un atto di piacere, raccontare questo piacere e' un fatto artistico, ma l'unica vera opera d'arte, in definitiva, e' il banchetto di un'altro. ”
― Muriel Barbery, Une gourmandise

“I barboni non sono mica tutti socialisti, e la poverta' non rende per niente rivoluzionari. ”
― Muriel Barbery, Une gourmandise

“So che sono tutti scontenti perché nessuno ama la persona giusta, come dovrebbe essere, e non capiscono che ce l'hanno soprattutto con se stessi.”
― Muriel Barbery, Une gourmandise

“Un uomo che scoreggia al letto è un uomo che ama la vita, diceva mia nonna. ”
― Barbery Muriel, Gourmet Rhapsody