Frances Mayes
Frances Mayes
Frances Mayes is an American university professor, poet, memoirist, essayist, and novelist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionEducator
Date of Birth4 April 1940
CountryUnited States of America
land car plot
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.
memories tricksters courses
Memory is, of course, a trickster.
discovery fields language
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.
way technique cooks
There is no technique, there is just the way to do it. Now, are we going to measure or are we going to cook?
responsibility language thrilling
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.
chinese alive poet
A Chinese poet many centuries ago noticed that to re-create something in words is like being alive twice.
country rome paris
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.
dream morning night
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.
arbitrary way different
Any arbitrary turning along the way and I would be elsewhere; I would be different.
order childhood obstacles
Sometimes you have to travel back in time, skirting the obstacles, in order to love someone.
memories forever spots
Although I am a person who expected to be rooted in one spot forever, as it has turned out I love having the memories of living in many places.
reading names twelve
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.
path repeats
The words 'forse che si,' 'forse che no', 'perhaps yes,' 'perhaps no,' repeat along all paths.
smell matter instinct
Whatever a guidebook says, wether or not you leave somewhere with a sense of the place is entirely a matter of smell and instinct.