As if a cookbook had anything to do with writing.
Sex is perhaps like culture – a luxury that only becomes an art after generations of leisurely acquaintance. Why we scarcely approach either as individuals – it’s mass propulsion still!
the French write plays and paint as naturally as we play jazz – it’s just a national gift.
Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.
In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.
There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.
Experience is never at bargain price.
The first gatherings of the garden in May of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine. And this emotion of wonder filled me for each vegetable as it was gathered every year. There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.
The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine?
But I don’t want nutrition. I want food!
What is sauce for the goose may be sauce for the gander, but it is not necessarily sauce for the chicken, the duck, the turkey or the Guinea hen.
Some time all kinds of letters will be published to the ineffable delight of endless readers.
