Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

I have just learned a delicious French usage. On wedding invitations when they say the mass is at noon they mean one o'clock -when they say at noon precise they mean half after twelve - and when they say at very precisely noon they mean noon.

Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.

As if a cookbook had anything to do with writing.

Sex is perhaps like culture - a luxury that only becomes an art after generations of leisurely acquaintance. Why we scarcely approach either as individuals - it's mass propulsion still!

But I don't want nutrition. I want food!