Edible Quotes

“You never know!” Neith snapped. “The point is, I’ll survive the apocalypse. I can live off the land!” She jabbed a finger at me. “Did you know the palm tree has six different edible parts?”
“Um—”
“And I’ll never be bored,” Neith continued, “since I’m also the goddess of weaving. I have enough twine for a millennium of macramé!”
I had no reply, as I wasn’t sure what macramé was.”
― Rick Riordan, The Serpent's Shadow

“His eyes twinkled mischievously as he gazed at me with that look that always made me melt: as if I were edible and he could barely restrain himself from taking a bite.”
― Amy Plum, Die for Me

“Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner.”
― Ella Frank

“The fate of a nation depends on the way that they eat.”
― Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

“I don't know how it happened, and I don't know why, but this-- what she and I have-- it's solid. You don't need to worry about her. I'd rather cut off my own arms than hurt a single purple hair on her head. I'll look after her.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“How is it that you make me want so many things I had sworn I could do without?”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“I want to take you up to my bed, lay you down in it, and slide so deep inside you that I have trouble remembering what it's like to be apart from you. And, Rachel?" "Yes?" "I want you to let me.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“Thank you for my surprise. Now, I won't be able to eat a caramel without thinking about being balls deep inside your sweet, warm pussy.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“As she drifted off to sleep, she found herself wondering if Cole Madison knew that he had somehow managed to infiltrate her body, mind, and soul.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“Suck me, Rachel. Put those sticky lips around my cock and suck it good.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“You like pink?" Cole touched her again though the damp material. "Yes, Rachel, especially your sweet pink pussy.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“I don't want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every sing thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to." Biting her earlobe, he then added, "And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“No food is edible, if you don’t feel like eating
Standing is incredible, if you hate sitting”
― Munia Khan

“You can hang on to me.”
― Ella Frank, Edible

“The mandrake belongs to the potato family. It has large dark leaves, and white or purplish flowers that turn into yellow apple-sized berries with a lovely, fragrant scent. It's an edible plant, which is good to know if you're ever stuck in the jungle without food. While the fruit of the mandrake is attractive and good-tasting, the subterranean part of the plant is where all the action takes place. It's the part that humans have been fascinated with for ages and ages, since biblical times.”
― Margot Berwin, Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire

“We are all edible, but not all of us will leave a pleasant taste in the mouth.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Mushroom hunting in Provence is veiled in secrecy, second only to truffle hunting in the level of dissimulation and suspicion it inspires. If you are lucky enough to find a good spot, you might unearth skinny yellow and black trompettes de la mort (trumpets of death) or flat meaty pleurots (oyster mushrooms) or even small spongelike black morels. If you are not sure exactly what you've found, you can take your basket to the local pharmacy, and the pharmacist will help you sort the culinary from the potentially deadly--- it's part of their training.”
― Elizabeth Bard, Picnic in Provence: A Memoir with Recipes

“After the interview and photo shoot, Cantu invited us to dinner at Moto, where we ate a poached scallop and "pearls" of squid ink sealed inside a polymerized shell made from a buttery saffron and seafood broth; beet-flavored cotton candy, sweet and earthy and fantastic; a menu printed on fully edible paper, with ink that tasted like a tangy aged Manchego cheese; and freeze-dried ice cream pellets with twenty-five-year-old balsamic vinegar, with the richness and complexity of a Sauternes.”
― Laurie Woolever, Care and Feeding: A Memoir – A Candid, Funny, and Devastating Story of the Food World and a Cultural Reckoning