Salad Is Roughage And A French Idea.

When Shall We Live If Not Now?

... I Think We Grieve Forever, But That Goes For Love Too, Fortunately For Us All.

Or You Can Broil The Meat, Fry The Onions, Stew The Garlic In The Red Wine...and Ask Me To Supper. I'll Not Care, Really, Even If Your Nose Is A Little Shiny, So Long As You Are Self-possessed And Sure That Wolf Or No Wolf, Your Mind Is Your Own And Your Heart Is Another's And Therefore In The Right Place.

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

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.