It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

See that's what people don't get about food. It's never the food, it's the love that goes into making it. That's what's important.

Coeur qui soupire n'a pas ce qu'il desire. The heart that sighs does not have what it desires.

Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.

We may not get what we want, when we want. But with a bit of perseverance and a lot of patience, we can get what we need.

That's what dessert means to me: a dollop of sweet love in an otherwise cold world.

The power of women united, I am again reminded, is an invincible thing.