No fruit dies so vile and offensive a death as the banana.

The present changes the past. Looking back you do not find what you left behind.

Slowly, painstakingly, like ants, men would make their paths and civilization and their wars once again, only to have it wash away again.

I'm always in the kitchen, cooking and experimenting - I love it. And every now and then I think, 'I should write a cookbook' or, 'I should write for food magazines.' And then I get drawn back to writing fiction again.

No fruit dies so vile and offensive a death as the banana.

A man wasn't equal to an animal, not one particle of him. Human life was stinking corrupt, and meanwhile there were beautiful creatures who lived with delicacy on the earth without doing anyone harm. "We should be dying." the judge almost wept.

When you write on your own, you can write the extremes. No one else is watching and you can really go as far as you need to.