To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“You'll do fine." "What, you're psychic now?" "Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“Because,' Quince says, leaning forward until I step back, 'he's a little boy who doesn't like other people playing with his toys.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
Poached quince are so tender, aromatic, and rosy that you'd hardly believe the raw fruit is white, fibrous, and hard as a… — Claire Saffitz Copy Share Image
My signature jam is damson or quince, and it's called 'Kate's Sweet and Sticky'. Basically, I'm a domestic goddess. — Kate Moss Copy Share Image
“Pleased to meet you," Tellin says, shaking me out of my reverie. "Lily told me much about you last weekend." "Funny." Quince… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
“Every cook knows it's a rare day when you have all the parts of the perfect dish. But that day back at… — Martine Bailey Copy Share Image
Quince may resemble pears and apples, but unlike their fruit brethren, raw quince are inedibly tannic and sour. This means you do… — Claire Saffitz Copy Share Image
“I'm going to teach you to ride Princess." "Princess?" "My motorcycle." I laugh. "You named your motorcycle Princess?" "What can I say?"… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It's funny, when you look back in history books or American cookery books, one of the reasons that the quinces and cranberries… — Alton Brown Copy Share Image
“Hello?" "You should check the curtains before you take a bath, princess,"a deep, mocking voice says. "Wha-" I half scream, half yelp… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“Are you going to distract me by playing footsie?" "Absolutely, princess," he says with a wink. "Then I won't remember a thing."… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“You'll get in," Quince assures me, proving once again that he can read my mind, even without a magical bond. "And if… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped… — Edward Lear Copy Share Image
Brambles, in particular, protect and nourish young fruit trees, and on farms bramble clumps (blackberry or one of its related cultivars) can… — Bill Mollison Copy Share Image
Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“You're watching me, princess." His soft lips spread into an appreciative smile. "People might get the wrong idea." "What, that I actually… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
Books should confuse. Literature abhors the typical. Literature flows to the particular, the mundane, the greasiness of paper, the taste of warm… — Richard Rodriguez Copy Share Image
“How do you always know just what to say?" I ask. His laugh rumbles through me. "Practice, I guess." I pull back… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
The jelly - the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry-and quince-'preserves' she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear,… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
