By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.

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

I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart.

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

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.

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.