A city with one newspaper... is like a man with one eye, and often the eye is glass.
The primary requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite.
My old friend looked at me with a new respect. He was discovering in me a capacity for hypocrisy that he had never credited me with before.
No ascetic can be considered reliably sane.
Inconsiderate to the last, Josef Stalin, a man who never had to meet a deadline, had the bad taste to die in installments.
I used to be shy about ordering a steak after I had eaten a steak sandwich, but I got used to it.