There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.

Fulfillment leaves an empty space where longing used to be.

The best way to eat crabs, as everyone knows, is off newspaper at a large table with a large number of people.

There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

We need time to defuse, to contemplate. Just as in sleep our brains relax and give us dreams, so at some time in the day we need to disconnect, reconnect, and look around us.

In this world of uncertainty and woe, one thing remains unchanged: Fresh, canned, pureed, dried, salted, sliced, and served with sugar and cream, or pressed into juice, the tomato is reliable, friendly, and delicious. We would be nothing without it.