I come from food the way some people come from money. Food was the medium I grew up in, what we talked about, what shaped our days.

Grief lasts longer than sympathy, which is one of the tragedies of the grieving.

Despite popular theories, I believe people fall in love based not on good looks or fate but on knowledge. Either they are amazed by something a beloved knows that they themselves do not know; or they discover a common rare knowledge; or they can supply knowledge to someone who's lacking. Hasn't everyone found a strange ignorance in someone beguiling? . . .Nowadays, trendy librarians, wanting to be important, say, Knowledge is power. I know better. Knowledge is love.

Enough fine weather and money and a few memorable meals make any place desirable.

You can't out-travel sadness. I travel not to get away from my troubles but to see how they look in front of famous buildings

I had never wanted to be one of those girls in love with boys who would not have me. Unrequited love - plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing - turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would never miss. Unrequited love was deciding to be useless, and I could never abide uselessness. Neither could James. He understood. In such situations, you do one of two things - you either walk away and deny yourself, or you do sneaky things to get what you need. You attend weddings, you go for walks. You say, yes. Yes, you're my best friend, too.

I come from food the way some people come from money. Food was the medium I grew up in, what we talked about, what shaped our days.