Quotes About Exotic

All the discussion in the meeting that day had centered on the impacts to humans. That would be the usual way of most such discussions; but whole biomes, whole ecologies would be altered, perhaps devastated. That was what they were saying, really, when they talked about the impact on humans: they would lose the support of the domesticated part of nature. Everything would become an exotic; everything would have to go feral.

En kold og syrlig lukt av sydlanske varer slog ham imøte, av kaffe og olje og vin. Høie rækker av tekasser, bundter av kanel indsydd i bast, frugt, ris, krydderier, berge av melsækker, altsammen lå i sin bestemte orden fra gulv til tak. I det ene hjørne var nedgangen til kjælderen hvor anker av vin med kobberbånd og årstal skimtedes i halvlyset og hvor vældige metaltanker fulde av olje lå henlagt i grundmuret ro.

Buddhism has become a socially recognized religious philosophy for Americans, whereas it used to be considered an exotic religion.

A–Z, and its dusty show windows were crammed with a weird clutter of old and exotic-looking objects—huge bronze

Look, Herb, I could keep you all here all afternoon, sniffin' and slurpin' pink Peruvian peppercorns and criollo cacao, and cinnamon and cascarilla and coriander, and caraway and carrot seed and so much climbing ylang-ylang you couldn't tell a cup of tea from a cup of turpentine.

We went to Mexico, had some tequlia, eloped with a pair of drug smugglers, and took part-time jobs as exotic dancers. You know, same old, same old.

Eugene Sue's The Mysteries of Paris, a brilliant reenvisioning of one's own city as an exotic locale. Sue, who was too poor to travel, turned an awed gaze to the familiar and gave his readers a city they would recognize but which hid a poetry far from the familiar.

She talked about the loveliness of Saigon in the twenties. She talked of the beaches they had found on little islands in the Seychelles, as the dusk gathered in the deep garden shaded by towering oaks, embalmed with the scent of gardenias and crape myrtle.

But I went down to Venezuela and spend a few weeks going through jungles. It's fantastic looking.

One of my favorite fish is the Arapaima. It lives in the Amazon and they grow maybe nine feet long and one might weigh two of me.

A place that doesn't welcome tourists, that's really difficult and off the map, is a place I want to see.

Hey bands, you're all welcome to fly me to some exotic location and I'll record you there, Y'know that right? You don't have to come to this God forsaken place. Hope I can visit you all in Australia one of these days that would be hot! We'll talk again soon.

The English eat all sorts of birds - pigeons, ducks, sparrows - but if you tell them you eat puffin, you might as well come from Mars.

We were the outliers: my mother was the only Western woman (khawagayya, in Egyptian Arabic) to have married into the family, and during my childhood, we were the only members living outside of Egypt. So between my father's prestige as the eldest son and my own exotic pedigree, I basked in the spotlight.

The downside to defining everything Chinese as different than American is that all things Chinese then become exotic.

I like pineapple. It's delightful.

I'm half Moroccan and half Indian so I have quite an adventurous taste in food.

Ethiopia was one place that just blew me away. How many spices they used in their cuisine. Incredible. Theres a spice mix called berbere that Id never tasted before.

I like alligator meat. Tastes like chicken.

I've eaten lion, leopard, crocodile, python. I don't recommend lion. It tastes exactly like when a tomcat comes into your house and sprays. Snake and crocodile are great - a cross between lobster and chicken.

I ate some pretty funky, authentic Chinese food in Hong Kong. There was an egg from some bird that's not a chicken. I can't remember what it was, but it was green and brown and not very tasty.

After university, I was desperate to be an ambassador. It went back to geography: I loved the idea of living in exotic and exciting countries, but still driving a Land Rover and having tea. I failed the Foreign Office exams three times.

I knew more about produce from the sea than any of my schoolmates, and my reports in school, from kindergarten on, amused and shocked my classmates and teachers. I told them how we ate with chopsticks, had rice and seaweed for breakfast, raw fish, octopus, and sea urchin eggs for supper, and cakes made from sharks.

One of the easiest forms of pretense to break down is the pretense of enthusiasm for exotic foods. Just bring on the exotic foods.