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.

. . . word-sniffing . . . is an addiction, like glue -- or snow -- sniffing in a somewhat less destructive way, physically if not economically. . . . As an addict, I am almost guiltily interested in converts to my own illness . . .

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.

... there can be no more shameless carelessness than with the food we eat for life itself.

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.

A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.

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