What cook can match herself against hunger and memory?

Money in the hand is real - coins and bills. The rest I don't believe in, and I don't think I ever did, really. What's a check, after all, but a promise - mine, the bank's. Me, I know, but the bank?

Sometimes the world is so much sicker than the inmates of its institutions.

Don't cut bangs with a hatchet. Don't do brain surgery with a pickax.

suicide is the ultimate 'one-up,' as it were, the accusation that brooks no defense, the argument won at last.

What do you do with mother love and mother wit when the babies are grown and gone away?

What cook can match herself against hunger and memory?