I hate organized religion. I think you have to love thy neighbor as thyself. I think you have to pick your own God and be true to him. I always say 'him' rather than 'her.' Maybe it's because of my… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
In the blood-heat of pursuing the enemy, many people are forgetting what we are fighting for. We are fighting for our hard-won liberty and freedom; for our Constitution and the due processes of our laws; and for the right to… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
I had my first French meal and I never got over it. It was just marvelous. We had oysters and a lovely dry white… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
If you are going to flip something, you must have the courage of your convictions. — Julia Child Copy Share Image
My father was in real estate, banking, and land management. As family life, it was very conventional, happy, and comfortable. We weren't wealthy, but… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
We are so bemused by our own petard, that we are unable to look at things objectively. — Julia Child Copy Share Image
If you're buying tomatoes pick them up and smell them-they should have a lovely perfume. They need to be kept at fifty degrees or… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
The perfect dressing is essential to the perfect salad, and I see no reason whatsoever for using a bottled dressing, which may have been… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
I think one of the terrible things today is that people have this deathly fear of food: fear of eggs, say, or fear of… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
“Standing up through the Citroen's open sunroof, my six-foot-three-inch, red-cheeked sister pointed a long, trembling finger at the perpetrator and with maximum indignation yelled:… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude. — Julia Child Copy Share Image
In the 1960s, you could eat anything you wanted, and of course, people were smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, and there was… — Julia Child Copy Share Image
I was kind of an innocent hayseed from a middle-class, utterly nonintellectual background. — Julia Child Copy Share Image
