Idwal Jones > Quotes

“Pierre mixed the salad. The romaine and cress he doused with walnut oil chilled to an emulsion, turning it with wooden forks so that the bruises showed on the green in dark lines. He poured on the souring of wine vinegar and the juice of young grapes, seasoned with shallots, pepper and salt, a squeeze of anchovy, and a pinch of mustard. At the Faison d’Or the salad was in wedlock with the roast.” (p.24)”
― Idwal Jones, High Bonnet: A Novel of Epicurean Adventures

“All men are not like trees. For some it is best to be moving where the spirit leads, like our cousin the wind.”
― Idwal Jones, Whistlers' Van

“(T)ime flies like a mountain stream and who asks a question today may not hear the answer tomorrow.”
― Idwal Jones, Whistlers' Van

“Who throws away a friend throws away much of his soul.”
― Idwal Jones, Whistlers' Van