People can drink with their eyes; I can eat with my nose.

We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.

I think the form, the Hollywood movie, I think the quality is obviously always going to be there and I think that the question of taste, there’s always a question of taste.

I like that Brita makes tap water taste good, so you don’t need to spend money or waste plastic with bottled water.

Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.

Your purpose is to make your audience see what you saw, hear what you heard, feel what you felt. Relevant detail, couched in concrete, colorful language, is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience.

A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It’s like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

It’s true that obscenity is a matter of taste and in the eye of the beholder.

There are four Powers: memory and intellect, desire and covetousness. The two first are mental and the others sensual. The three senses: sight, hearing and smell cannot well be prevented; touch and taste not at all.

Taste cannot be controlled by law.

Taste is the only morality. Tell me what you like and I’ll tell you what you are.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.

Four hoarse blasts of a ship’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

No man enjoys the true taste of life, but he who is ready and willing to quit it.

A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.

A capacity, and taste, for reading gives access to whatever has already been discovered by others.

The French have got taste.

I seem to smell the stench of appeasement in the air.

I train my chefs completely different to anyone else. My young girls and guys, when they come to the kitchen, the first thing they get is a blindfold. They get blindfolded and they get sat down at the chef’s table… Unless they can identify what they’re tasting, they don’t get to cook it.

They can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar.

I trust my taste. I trust it completely and I always have done, and I’ve always thought it isn’t that different from everybody else’s.

If I had to describe myself to an alien I’d say I was bigger than the average human, enjoy a drink or two with a good meal and have a bigger head than most. I’d also say I’m really handsome – especially if they were a female alien.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.

Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste.

I don’t eat bubble gum, but I like the smell.