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.

One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough.

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.

I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart.

There is a communication of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk. And that is my answer when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love.

Hunger is more than a problem of belly and guts, and ... the satisfying of it can and must and does nourish the spirit as well as the body.

When a man is small, he loves and hates food with a ferocity which soon dims. At six years old his very bowels will heave when such a dish as creamed carrots or cold tapioca appear before him.