There is no technique, there is just the way to do it. Now, are we going to measure or are we going to cook?

The world cracks open for those willing to take a risk.

The undulent landscape looks serene in every direction. Honey-colored farmhouses, gently placed in hollows, rise like thick loaves of bread set out to cool.

The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking... Is Where It's Taking Her.

Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.

Italy's siren call lures us more and more.

When I was twelve, I started reading Eudora Welty, Thomas Wolfe, Flannery O'Connor, James Agee, and - do we dare breathe the name - William Faulkner.