Salad is roughage and a French idea.

Write one good clean sentence and put a period at the end of it. Then write another one.

I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.

One ... aspect of the case for World War II is that while it was still a shooting affair it taught us survivors a great deal about daily living which is valuable to us now that it is, ethically at least, a question of cold weapons and hot words.

Having bowed to the inevitability of the dictum that we must eat to live, we should ignore it and live to eat.

But if I must be alone, I refuse to be alone as if it were something weak and distasteful, like convalescence.

It was there [Dijon], I now understand, that I started to grow up, to study, to make love, to eat and drink, to be me and not what I was expected to be. It was there that I learned it is blessed to receive, as well as that every human being, no matter how base, is worthy of my respect and even my envy because he knows something that I may never be old or wise or kind or tender enough to know.