It's so interesting that we think we know the rules to this game, this total hypothetical game called, "Would you," "If you had it to do over." It's not out there.

I don't think any day is worth living without thinking about what you're going to eat next at all times.

We weren't meant to have futures, we were meant to marry them. We weren't meant to have politics, or careers that mattered, or opinions, or lives; we were meant to marry them. If you wanted to be an architect, you married an architect.

Everybody I know who goes out and plays a little softball, they break their leg.

You can't retrieve you life (unless you're on Wikipedia, in which case you can retrieve an inaccurate version of it).

What I love about cooking is that after a hard day, there is something comforting about the fact that if you melt butter and add flour and then hot stock, it will get thick! It's a sure thing! It's a sure thing in a world where nothing is sure; it has a mathematical certainty in a world where those of us who long for some kind of certainty are forced to settle for crossword puzzles.

You're born, you die. Everything in between is subject to interpretation.