Never Apologize For Your Cooking.

Pro-choice Is The Only Way To Be-- Because Women Are Human Beings, After All, And Should Be Treated As Such.

I Had My First French Meal And I Never Got Over It. It Was Just Marvelous. We Had Oysters And A Lovely Dry White Wine. And Then We Had One Of Those Lovely Scalloped Dishes And The Lovely, Creamery Buttery Sauce. Then We Had A Roast Duck And I Don't Know What Else.

I Love Good, Fresh Food Cooked By Someone Who Knows What He's Doing.

It's Simply A Very Romantic Place. Just One Look At Any Of Those Streets, And You Couldn't Be Anywhere Else - It's So Beautiful, And There's That Location, And The Sense Of The Free Spirit. Who Couldn't Become Ravenous In Such A Place?

Life Itself Is The Proper Binge.