In Europe, where human relations like clothes are supposed to last, one's got to be wearable. In France one has to be interesting, in Italy pleasant, in England one has to fit.

It would seem that in history it's never a tooth for a tooth, but a thousand, a hundred thousand for one.

I write because I'm a writer. It is rather like cooking: to make something out of the raw material at hand.

All food is the gift of the gods and has something of the miraculous, the egg no less than the truffle.

A part, a large part, of traveling is an engagement of the ego v. the world. The world is hydra headed, as old as the rocks and as changing as the sea, enmeshed inextricably in its ways. The ego wants to arrive at places safely and on time.

In Europe, where human relations like clothes are supposed to last, one's got to be wearable. In France one has to be interesting, in Italy pleasant, in England one has to fit.

All wealth is relative; and so is its absence.