Hunger Is More Than A Problem Of

I Like Old People When They Have Aged Well. And Old Houses With An Accumulation Of Sweet Honest Living In Them Are Good. And The Timelessness That Only The Passing Of Time Itself Can Give To Objects Both Inside And Outside The Spirit Is A Continuing Reassurance.

The Smell Of Good Bread Baking, Like The Sound Of Lightly Flowing Water, Is Indescribable In Its Evocation Of Innocence And Delight

It Is Hard And Perhaps Impossible For Many People To Recognize The Difference Between Innocence And Naiveté.

I Live With Carpe Diem Engraved On My Heart.

People Ask Me: "why Do You Write About Food, And Eating, And Drinking? Why Don't You Write About The Struggle For Power And Security, And About Love, The Way The Others Do?" . . . The Easiest Answer Is To Say That, Like Most Other Humans, I Am Hungry.