Words matter. These are the best Rosecrans Baldwin Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
In our town, Halloween was terrifying and thrilling, and there was a whiff of homicide. We’d travel by foot in the dark for miles, collecting candy, watching out for adults who seemed too eager to give us treats.
When I was a kid, we didn’t eat in restaurants much, but a good report card meant my sister or I could choose anyplace in town for a dinner out, and I always picked Benny’s, a dive bar near the train station, because they had the best nachos around.
In college, my wife did a study abroad in Nairobi, and I did the exact same program in Cape Town. For me, the experience of being in that other culture really set up a longing. When I’m traveling, things seem really sharp. You learn things ten times faster.
By and large, the Mexican food in Paris is horrible.
Lunch is the best time of day to eat in Paris. Then you get to go walk it off afterwards.
I can’t picture going to a beach, or anywhere on vacation, without a couple of books as companions.
Bookstores don’t exactly dot the American highway in the grand manner of Sbarros.
I like to find music that shares a rhythm with the sentences I’m working on. And though I’ll probably regret saying this, I think some songs actually don’t sound too bad when they’re played through lousy speakers.
I was 23 when I learned how to cook; I grew up around the same time. It was precisely then that Thanksgiving started to mean something more. Growing up, Christmas was always about me, and eventually you, when I finally started to enjoy the giving part. But Thanksgiving is always about us.
If I see a roll of Bubble Tape, a bag of Haribo Gold-Bears or a pouch of green-apple Big League Chew, I’m eleven again.
Heads of France lead from a palace, and traditionally they retire to a cloud.
I never had the idea of moving to Paris and becoming something. I liked the idea of living in Paris because it seemed to have so many parts of life I really enjoyed. The people there seemed to prize literature and art, food and drinking, a more hedonistic way of living.
I actually don’t think there is machismo in America, unless it’s the cowboy type – the silent, smoking brooder.
Thanksgiving, our eminent moral holiday, doesn’t have much for children. At its heart are conversation, food, drink, and fellowship – all perks of adulthood.
My confession: I listen to great music very badly.
Of course, there’s no reason that Paris should have decent Mexican food. It’s a silly expectation – there’s a Mexican population in Paris, but they’re not exactly traveling there from across the border. Paris also doesn’t do Peruvian all that well, either.
My ideal vacation isn’t about complex maneuvers. I want to arrive somewhere foreign where I don’t speak the language, go hiking, then plop down in a sunny square, have drinks, read a book, and see what happens.
As a child, I was bonkers for Christmas. The entire month of December, I couldn’t sleep at night from anticipation.
For years, I’ve felt an obligation to harvest an animal, since all my life I’ve so mindlessly consumed them. But that was from the safety of my desk.
I think one of my favorite things about Paris is the ever-present, nonstop beauty of the city. So I would just walk as much as possible.
Tintin comics evoke Bermuda, where my parents doled out comics for good behavior and my grandmother taught me how to shuffle cards.
In Europe, it’s common to hear about young professionals living with their parents. With the continent’s high rents and taxes and its population density, it makes sense.
My father-in-law has ear hair like a wolverine. It fans out from the auricles, wafting from the ridge lines like cilia, like gray feathered plumage.
Loving relatives and home-cooked meals are solid levees against a recession.
To be human is to have a collection of memories that tells you who you are and how you got there.
My first novel, ‘You Lost Me There,’ has been described as a beach read. Tough bracket, beach reads. There’s not much room for mistakes when you’re competing against the sun for a person’s attention.
Americans love popcorn, and their love doesn’t quit.
Paris’s neighborhoods, the arrondissements, are organized like a twist. They spiral from the river like toilet water flushing in reverse and erupting out of the bowl – a corkscrew or what have you, a flattened pig’s tail, a whorling braid notched one to 20.
Venice, Italy, is one of my favorite cities, a place I’ve been lucky enough to visit twice.
My ambition was to be cosmopolitan. I grew up in the suburbs. I went to college in Maine. I had a dream in my head that if you wanted to be the most urbane, living-life-to-the-fullest kind of person, Paris was the place to be.