My mother's sister was killed in a trolley car accident, so I was raised as one of eight with my sister and six male cousins.

Everything my mother made had to cook for 80 hours, and when she made matzoh balls she didn't know fluffy. Everything sank.

And humor has always been a weapon. You want to get even on somebody? You want to attack somebody? Make fun of them.

There's nobody to believe in anymore, nobody to trust.

I won't eat in a place that has suits of armor.

My favorite way to spend Saturday is in and out of bed, watching sports on TV and eating.

Eating takes a special talent. Some people are much better at it than others. In that way, it is like sex, and as with sex, it's more fun with someone who really likes it. I can't imagine having a lasting friendship with anyone who is not interested in food.