Truffles must come to the table in their own stock and as you break open this jewel sprung from a poverty-stricken soil, imagine - if you have never visited it - the desolate kingdom where it rules.

beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

Truffles must come to the table in their own stock and as you break open this jewel sprung from a poverty-stricken soil, imagine - if you have never visited it - the desolate kingdom where it rules.

No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.