For me, a plain baked potato is the most delicious one....It is soothing and enough.

I wrote like a junkie. I had to have my daily fix.

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

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.

The oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life. Indeed, his chance to live at all is slim, and if he should survive the arrows of his own outrageous fortune and in the two weeks of his carefree youth find a clean smooth place to fix on, the years afterwards are full of stress, passion, and danger.

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