My Closet Is Full Of Sad Little

There Is Something Called The Rapture Of The Deep, And It Refers To What Happens When A Deep-sea Diver Spends Too Much Time At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Can't Tell Which Way Is Up. When He Surfaces, He's Liable To Have A Condition Called The Bends, Where The Body Can't Adapt To The Oxygen Levels In The Atmosphere. All Of This Happens To Me When I Surface From A Great Book.

I Have Made A Lot Of Mistakes Falling In Love, And Regretted Most Of Them, But Never The Potatoes That Went With Them.

[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.)

You're Born, You Die. Everything In Between Is Subject To Interpretation.

Whenever I Get Married, I Start Buying Gourmet Magazine.