I notice that as I get rid of the protective covering of the middle years, I am more openly amused and incautious and less careful socially, and that all this makes for increasingly pleasant contacts with the world.

Digestion is one of the most delicately balanced of all human and perhaps angelic functions.

... I think we grieve forever, but that goes for love too, fortunately for us all.

It must not simply be taken for granted that a given set of ill-assorted people, for no other reason than because it is Christmas, will be joyful to be reunited and to break bread together.

People ask me: "Why do you write about food, and eating, and drinking? Why don't you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way the others do?" . . . The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry.

since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto.

I cannot count the good people I know who to my mind would be even better if they bent their spirits to the study of their own hungers.