Peach Quotes

As a kid, I’d never have avocado. You’d get some melon and the odd fresh peach. But avocados? Mangoes? I’d never had a mango in my life.

If you start with a great peach, there’s nothing you’re ever going to do that’s going to make it any better than when it comes off the tree. In 1970, that was a revolution.

If I don’t shave I look like a peach with fuzz on it – not a good look.

I should become a peach brand ambassador.

When you have just a beard and no moustache, it’s not good. But when I do grow my peach fuzz, the girls seem to swarm a lot more.

About five years old, I was drawing self-portraits with the brown crayon instead of the peach crayon and, you know, the black curly hair. That’s how I was portraying myself.

My favourite colours have always been ’60s Miami-inspired gold and peach – feminine but not too girlie.

My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. ‘Cause, you know, if you have a crappy apple or a peach, you’re stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem – just move on to the next. ‘Grapes: The Fruit of Hope.’

I’ve always had this American-pie face that would get work in commercials… I’d say things like, ‘Hi, Marge, how’s your laundry?’ and ‘Hi, I’m a real nice Georgia peach.’ Sometimes this work is one step above being a cocktail waitress.

Mama was a natural cook. At harvest time, she would whip up a noontime dinner for the men in the field: fried chicken with milk gravy, ham, mashed potatoes, lima beans, field peas, corn, slaw, sliced tomatoes, fried apples, biscuits, and peach pie.

I have to admit that I can’t take a whole fig and eat it on its own as I would a peach or mango. It’s just too much.

My grandfather built my first hoop. It was a peach basket up against a tree, and we played in the dirt. I couldn’t have been more than 6 when he put it up, and I just started playing.

‘James and the Giant Peach’ magnificently starts out Dahl’s career as a blithe and droll Bad Uncle corrupter and affirmer of youth. Its influence can be subsequently traced down the decades in everything from Maurice Sendak to Lemony Snicket to J. K. Rowling.

Sometimes, as is the case of peach and plum trees, which are often dwarfed, the plants are thrown into a flowering states, and then, as they flower freely year after year, they have little inclination to make vigorous growth.

I like to make pies. That’s kind of my new obsession – peach, blueberry, apple, strawberry. I make a really good pumpkin pie with real pumpkin.

I’m really a scientist. I follow recipes exactly – until I decide not to. And then I’ll follow something else exactly. I may decide I could turn this peach tart into a plum tart, but if I’m following a recipe, I follow it exactly.

The ripest peach is highest on the tree.

One thing I’ve been happy as peach pie about – because I’m all about the children and the happiness of a woman because that makes the happiness of the home – is that nannies, day cares and babysitters are all collapsing, which is forcing moms and dads to raise their children at home.

For some reason, I bruise like a peach. I don’t have enough vitamin C, I think.

Every morning, I eat one fat-free yogurt with a sliced peach when peaches are in season, and one thin slice of whole-wheat bread. The same thing. I don’t want to get fat. And I want to keep my fitness.

My earliest memory is making peach cobbler with my grandmother. A wonderful memory. I grew up in a restaurant family – B.B.Q. restaurant.

My parents live out in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of this peach orchard. It’s actually Peach County, one of the largest peach-growing counties in Georgia. It’s very rural, and there is nothing much going on, so I guess that’s had a big influence on everything as far as just not having much to do.

The use of food metaphors is really well established English… Somebody is a peach, a hot tamale.

It’s a farmers market. You can get whatever – peaches, a sandwich. There might be a little band there. I’d sit in with the band. Yeah, that’s what I would do. Sit in with the band at the farmers market. Sing a couple of songs, eat a peach, and hug people.

Chocolate‘s okay, but I prefer a really intense fruit taste. You know when a peach is absolutely perfect… it’s sublime. I’d like to capture that and then use it in a dessert.

For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of lime; and on a cold winter‘s night, there’s nothing quite like a glass of Black Maple Hill… an absolute peach of a bourbon.

The first game I remember being ridiculously passionate about was Super Mario Bros. 2. It was the first game where you could play as Princess Peach. It wasn’t just a game where the boys had their adventure. Peach was in the game and she was so powerful there.

One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite – that particular peach is but a detail.

I can remember exactly where I sat when my teacher first read Roald Dahl’s ‘James and the Giant Peach’.

Every time I’m in Georgia, I eat a peach for peace.