Frances Mayes
I think I went to Italy initially for the art, architecture, food and history, but I stayed there because of the people in Cortona.Collection: Architecture
Venice, the most touristy place in the world, is still just completely magic to me.
I find that other countries have this or this, but Italy is the only one that has it all for me. The culture, the cuisine, the people, the landscape, the history. Just everything to me comes together there.
If you've got a plot the size of a car or a tiny yard in Italy, you're going to be growing tomatoes and basil and celery and carrots, and everybody is still connected to the land.
The Italians have their priorities right: They're driven, they do their work, but they really enjoy the day-to-day and they don't put off the enjoyment of the everyday for some future goal.
I loved every place I lived and traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I fell hard for Central America and Mexico. In each country, I had fantasies that I could live there.
Going to Europe as a budding cook opened my eyes to food in a different way. When I got to Italy, the first thing I did was put my little basil plants in the ground and watch them turn into big, healthy bushes.
What has impressed me the most about the Italians whose tables we've sat at is that they are traditional cooks but also outrageously innovative. These people are wild improvisers.
It's kind of amazing that people will travel because of a book. I admire that.
When I was twelve, I started reading Eudora Welty, Thomas Wolfe, Flannery O'Connor, James Agee, and - do we dare breathe the name - William Faulkner.
I was born and grew up in Fitzgerald, way down in south Georgia. It was a mill town and my family ran the cotton mill. My grandfather was mayor many times and my family felt deeply rooted to that spot.
Living in a small Italian hilltown, and having lived in a small town in south Georgia, I understand that you can recognize a family gene pool by the lift of an eyebrow, or the length of a neck, or a way of walking.
I got the idea that to write books would be the best way to spend a life. I never thought of anything else that seemed like half as much fun, although in my next life I would like to be an architect, too, so I can have an easier time restoring houses.
The longer you are in a place, the more you get under its layers.
In America, people are just so straightforward when they dislike things.
When my husband is away and I'm by myself, my neighbours will insist I eat with them every single night because they see it as unhealthy to eat by yourself.
I'm just fascinated by houses. In another life, I'd have probably trained as an architect. If I had enough money, I'd collect them like other people collect teapots. I don't know why I love them so much. I'm just very interested in the idea of a house as a metaphor for the way one lives.
Life offers you a thousand chances... all you have to do is take one.Collection: Chance
There is no technique, there is just the way to do it. Now, are we going to measure or are we going to cook?Collection: Technique
I had the urge to examine my life in another culture and move beyond what I knew.Collection: Moving
The world cracks open for those willing to take a risk.Collection: Risk
Any arbitrary turning along the way and I would be elsewhere; I would be different.Collection: Different
It’s daunting to find the language so foreign, so distant, but also so thrilling. One is absolved of responsibility when the language is incomprehensible.Collection: Travel
Sometimes you have to travel back in time, skirting the obstacles, in order to love someone.Collection: Order
A Chinese poet many centuries ago noticed that to re-create something in words is like being alive twice.Collection: Chinese
All afternoon in the deck chair, I try to describe to my notebook the colors of the water and sky. How to translate sunlight into words?Collection: Notebook
One of those flash epiphanies of travel, the realization that worlds you'd love vibrantly exist outside your ignorance of them. The vitality of many lives you know nothing about. I could live in this town, so how is it that I've never been here before today?Collection: Ignorance
The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.Collection: Chance
Everything I pick up seems to lure me away. Everything I do in my daily life begins to feel like striking wet matches. The need to travel is a mysterious force. A desire to 'go' runs through me equally with an intense desire to 'stay' at home. An equal and opposite thermodynamic principle. When I travel, I think of home and what it means. At home I'm dreaming of catching trains at night in the gray light of Old Europe, or pushing open shutters to see Florence awaken. The balance just slightly tips in the direction of the airport.Collection: Running
The words 'forse che si,' 'forse che no', 'perhaps yes,' 'perhaps no,' repeat along all paths.Collection: Path
Indecision is a virus that can run through an army and destroy its will to win or even to survive.Collection: Running
Poems give you the lives of others and then circle in on your own inner world.Collection: Circles
Like fanning through a deck of cards, my mind flashes on the thousand chances, trivial to profound, that converged to re-create this place. Any arbitrary turning along the way and I would be elsewhere; I would be different. Where did the expression "a place in the sun" first come from? My rational thought process cling always to the idea of free will, random event; my blood, however, streams easily along a current of fate.Collection: Fate
Splendid to arrive alone in a foreign country and feel the assault of difference. Here they are all along, busy with living; they don't talk or look like me. The rhythm of their day is entirely different; I am foreign.Collection: Country
The undulent landscape looks serene in every direction. Honey-colored farmhouses, gently placed in hollows, rise like thick loaves of bread set out to cool.Collection: Looks
Travel releases spontaneity. You become a godlike creature full or choice, free to visit the stately pleasure domes, make love in the morning, sketch a bell tower, read a history of Byzantium, stare for one hour at the face of Leonardo da Vinci's 'Madonna dei fusi.' You open, as in childhood, and--for a time--receive this world. There's visceral aspect, too--the huntress who is free. Free to go, free to return home bringing memories to lay on the hearth.Collection: Morning
May summer last a hundred years.Collection: Summer
Where you are is who you are. The further inside you the place moves, the more your identity is intertwined with it. Never casual, the choice of place is the choice of something you crave.Collection: Moving
the house protects the dreamer; the houses that are important to us are the ones that allow us to dream in peace. Guests we've had stop in for a night or two all come down the first morning, ready to tell their dreams.Collection: Dream
I would like The Discovery of Poetry to be a field guide to the natural pleasures of language - a happiness we were born to have.Collection: Discovery
Whatever a guidebook says, wether or not you leave somewhere with a sense of the place is entirely a matter of smell and instinct.Collection: Smell
As travel pushes me forward, memory keeps dragging me backward.Collection: Memories
Where is it written that houses must be beige? Any dun colored house would look better if painted pineapple, cream, ochre, or even a smart sage.Collection: Smart
I’ll always marvel at the liveliness of southern speech-so full of metaphor and hyperbole, quirks and vividness.Collection: Southern
Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.Collection: Blue
Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.Collection: Summer
The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.Collection: Memories
Never lose your childish enthusiasm and things will come your way.Collection: Enthusiasm
Italy's siren call lures us more and more.Collection: Sirens
After owning a pool, I think the best way to enjoy the water is to have a friend who has a pool.Collection: Thinking