I Honestly Believe That Everything I Know

Dictionaries Are Always Fun, But Not Always Reassuring.

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

There Is A Communication Of More Than Our Bodies When Bread Is Broken And Wine Is Drunk. And That Is My Answer When People Ask Me: Why Do You Write About Hunger, And Not Wars Or Love.

I Notice That As I Get Rid Of The Protective Covering Of The Middle Years, I Am More Openly Amused And Incautious And Less Careful Socially, And That All This Makes For Increasingly Pleasant Contacts With The World.

Since We Must Eat To Live, We Might As Well Do It With Both Grace And Gusto.