M. F. K. Fisher Quotes

I was not a fussy kid and had a good appetite. Only, I was not happy to eat keerai and vegetables.

It's either love or hate with me. People really can hate me.

I feel things deeply.

There's not much difference between love and hate.

I've never eaten a strawberry in my life. I have no desire to do that.

I really dislike soup, especially pumpkin soup.

I hate olives. They're so nasty. I hate everything about olives. Mushrooms, too.

People that love me, love me. But the people that hate me really hate me.

I don't think I can eat emu.

I don't know what would happen to me if I ate a bacon sandwich, but I'm just not interested.

As a kid, I was always picky about food; if it didn't 'look right,' I wouldn't eat it.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

I've never been a pizza eater. I don't like to hold it and fold it and always burn the roof of my mouth. I hate having greasy fingers.

Linda was nine then, as I was, but we were in love...it had all the shadings and complexities of mature adult love and maybe more, because there were not yet words for it, and because it was not yet fixed to comparisons or chronologies or the ways by which adults measure such things...I just loved her. Even then, at nine years old, I wanted to live inside her body. I wanted to melt into her bones -- that kind of love.

Vanity was stronger than love at sixteen and there was no room in her hot heart now for anything but hate.

As much as you can love someone, is as much as you can hate someone. It goes in equal and opposite directions. Like if you love someone so much and they hurt you so bad, then that is as equal as to how much you can have rage for them.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

I cook anything but chitlins.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

I hate you!” I screamed at Fang. Tucking my wings in, I aimed downward, diving toward the ground at more than two hundred miles an hour. “No you dooonnn’t!” Fang’s voice spiraled away into nothingness, far above me. Inside my head, almost drowned out by the roar of wind rushing by my ears, I heard the Voice make a tsking sound. You guys are crazy about each other, it said.

I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.

Hate and love are very similar emotions. The opposite of love is you don't care.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.

Words spoken in deep love or deep hate set things in motion in the human heart that can never be reversed.