Technique bridges among ideas, and sometimes generates them.

The madness of love can always be suspended--to cook dinner or catch a plane, for instance.

In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.

I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.

Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

When you feel protective toward your parents, you have become an adult.