If time, so fleeting, must like humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfumes of conviviality.
M. F. K. FisherPeople 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.
M. F. K. FisherMost bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak.
M. F. K. Fisher