Top 9 Quotes by Gabrielle Hamilton

You are always going to face forces that can bring you to your knees.

You are always going to face forces that can bring you to your knees.

Knees, Faces, Force

Gabrielle Hamilton (2011). “Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef”, p.150, Random House

I’m not afraid of the real truth. There is nothing you can tell me about yourself that is going to make me clutch my pearls.

Gabrielle Hamilton

Real, Pearls, About Yourself

Be careful what you get good at doin', cuz you'll be doin' it for the rest of your life.

Gabrielle Hamilton

Cuz, Rest Of Your Life, Be Careful

Gabrielle Hamilton (2011). “Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef”, p.91, Random House

Badass is a juvenile aspiration.

Gabrielle Hamilton

Badass, Aspiration, Juvenile

Gabrielle Hamilton (2011). “Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef”, p.195, Random House

My father has said a hundred times, and I have paid attention, that it's stupid to let money be the reason you don't do something.

Gabrielle Hamilton

Father, Stupid, Attention

Gabrielle Hamilton (2011). “Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef”, p.30, Random House

How can it be, after all this concentrated effort and separation, how can it be that I still resemble, so very closely, my own detestable mother?

Gabrielle Hamilton

Mother, Effort, Separation

Gabrielle Hamilton (2011). “Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef”, p.189, Random House

I was purely content to sit in the car and wander around my own mind. Watching the world itself, the people in it, and my whole internal life was more than enough to keep me entertained.

Gabrielle Hamilton

People, Car, Mind

Gabrielle Hamilton (2011). “Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef”, p.17, Random House

It's promising and seductive, that huge Italian family, sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by olive trees. But it's not my family and I am not their family, and no amount of birthing sons, and cooking dinner and raking leaves or planting the gardens or paying for the plane tickets is going to change that. If I don't come back in eleven months, I will not be missed, and no one will write me or call me to acknowledge my absence. Which is not an accusation, just a small truth about clan and bloodline.

Gabrielle Hamilton

Writing, Son, Garden

The reader reads aloud, with a sing-song up … then down … then down again cadence. My mood shifts from merely reluctant to derisive. It’s a tired reading style. I’m sick of it. It attaches more importance to the words than the words themselves—as they’ve been arranged—could possibly sustain, and it gives poets and poetry a bad name.

Gabrielle Hamilton

Song, Reading, Tired

Gabrielle Hamilton (2011). “Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef”, p.104, Random House