Tasting is an act of pleasure and writing about that pleasure is an artistic gesture, but the only true work of art, in the end, is another person's feast.

What is writing, no matter how lavish the pieces, if it says nothing of the truth, cares little for the heart, and is merely subservient to the pleasure of showing one's brilliance.

People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn't be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.

When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?

Music plays a huge role in my life. It is music that helps me to endure ... well ... everything there is to endure.

To beauty, all is forgiven, even vulgarity. Intelligence no longer seems an adequate compensation for things.

I may be indigent in name, position, and in appearance, but in my own mind I am an unrivaled goddess -