It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

But hard bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart.

Maybe I needed to make like a potato, winnow myself down, be part of something that was not easy, just simple.

Doors are going to open-doors you can't even imagine exist.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes

Nowadays anyone with a crap laptop and an Internet connection can sound their barbaric yawp, whatever it may be.