You Have To Eat To Cook. You

I Believe In Red Meat. I Often Said: Red Meat And Gin.

I Would Happily Die With A Bottle Of White Burgundy In My Mouth.

I'm Afraid That Surprise, Shock, And Regret Is The Fate Of Authors When They Finally See Themselves On The Page.

There Is Nothing Nicer Than A Kitchen Really Made For A Cook. Things That Are Designed To Be Used Always Have An Innate Beauty.

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