For Anyone Addicted To Reading Commonplace Books

At Its Best, [japanese Cooking] Is Inextricably Meshed With Aesthetics, With Religion, With Tradition And History. It Is Evocative Of Seasonal Changes, Or Of One's Childhood, Or Of A Storm At Sea.

One Martini Is Just Right. Two Martinis Are Too Many. Three Martinis Are Never Enough.

...i Prefer Not To Have Among My Guests Two People Or More, Of Any Sex, Who Are In The First Wild Tremours Of Love. It Is Better To Invite Them After Their New Passion Has Settled, Has Solidified Into A Quieter Reciprocity Of Emotions. (it Is Also A Waste Of Good Food, To Serve It To New Lovers.)

In America We Eat, Collectively, With A Glum Urge For Food To Fill Us. We Are Ignorant Of Flavour. We Are As A Nation Taste-blind.

... Living Out Of Sight Of Any Shore Does Rich And Powerfully Strange Things To Humans.