A Man Who Finishes A Book Is

Everybody Dies. There’s Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether Or Not You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God. (although There’s No Question A Belief In God Would Come In Handy. It Would Be Great To Think There’s A Plan, And That Everything Happens For A Reason. I Don’t Happen To Believe That. And Every Time One Of My Friends Says To Me, “everything Happens For A Reason,” I Would Like To Smack Her.)

[i] Had Gotten To The Point Where I Simply Could Not Make A Bad Vinaigrette, This Was Not Exactly The Stuff Of Drama. (even Now, I Cannot Believe Mark Would Want To Risk Losing That Vinaigrette. You Just Don't Bump Into Vinaigrettes That Good.)

Lesbianism Has Always Seemed To Me An Extremely Inventive Response To A Shortage Of Men, But Otherwise Not Worth The Trouble.

I Have A Theory That Children Remember Two Things-when You Weren't There And When They Threw Up.

Food Is One Of My Favourite Things. Though I Certainly Know Lots Of People Who Happen To Be Happily Married Who Don't Have Food Play The Role In It That It Plays In My Life. And I Don't Know How They Do It, And Frankly I Feel So Bad For Them Because I Just Love Food And One Of My Favourite Things Is Asking, "what Do We Want For Dinner? What Do We Feel Like Eating?" That Wonderful Negotiation That Goes On Several Times A Week About What "we" Feel Like.