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

France eats more conciously, more intelligently, than any other nation.

All men are hungry. They always have been. They must eat, and when they deny themselves the pleasures of carrying out that need, they are cutting off part of their possible fullness, their natural realization of life, whether they are rich or poor.

At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food.

Almost every person has something secret he likes to eat.

There are many people like me who believe firmly, if somewhat incoherently, that pockets on this planet are filled with what humans have left behind them, both good and evil, and that any such spiritual accumulation can stay there forever, past definition of such a stern word.

No yoga exercise, no meditation in a chapel filled with music will rid you of your blues better than the humble task of making your own bread.