“The chef who cooks without a song on his lips cannot hope to infuse the right carefree improvisatory note into his art.” — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“How vivid, still, are the seagoing smells? Oily bilges, fish entrails, a freshly lit cigarette drawn through salt paper? And at night, if you… — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“Have you noticed how just trying to impose any sort of chronology on events makes it seem as though a lot of time has… — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“The chef who cooks without a song on his lips cannot hope to infuse the right carefree improvisatory note into his art.” — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes in the company of others I find a disagreeable spirit of competitiveness kicks in and each person is shamed into spending rather more… — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“We hang here, inquisitive carbon-based life forms, knowing that every atom of carbon now in our bodies was once in the interior of a… — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“I was simultaneously elated and depressed, a common enough state of mind these days when people are offered a great deal of money to… — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“I also wish I'd been born with a clearly defined talent for something, or else stupid.” — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“Racism. . . . fuelled by bitter assertions that no immigrant ever has the least respect for the environment in his adopted country because… — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
“A culinary triumph: the ingenious use of food as an offensive weapon.” — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share Image
