“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 were not diving, the compressor's exhaust fumes, its lethal monoxides, barking and blattering our darkened boat's position for anyone to hear. But a shift of wind might gently lay its hand on a cheek and turn… — James Hamilton-Paterson Copy Share
“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
