Life is hard, we say. An oyster's life is worse. She lives motionless, soundless, her own cold ugly shape her only dissipation.

...for me there is too little of life to spend most of it forcing myself into detachment from it.

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.

A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.

Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.

old age is more bearable if it can be helped by an early acceptance of being loved and of loving.

Most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak.