If There Is Any Way You Can

My Old Friend Looked At Me With A New Respect. He Was Discovering In Me A Capacity For Hypocrisy That He Had Never Credited Me With Before.

News Is Like The Tilefish Which Appears In Great Schools Off The Atlantic Coast Some Years And Then Vanishes, No One Knows Whither Or For How Long. Newspapers Might Employ These Periods Searching For The Breeding Grounds Of News, But They Prefer To Fill Up With Stories About Kurdled Kurds Or Calvin Coolidge, Until The Banks Close Or A Hitler Marches, When They Are As Surprised As Their Readers.

I Can Write Better Than Anybody Who Can Write Faster, And I Can Write Faster Than Anybody Who Can Write Better.

The Primary Requisite For Writing Well About Food Is A Good Appetite.

In The Light Of What Proust Wrote With So Mild A Stimulus, It Is The World's Loss That He Did Not Have A Heartier Appetite. On A Dozen Gardiner's Island Oysters, A Bowl Of Clam Chowder, A Peck Of Steamers, Some Bay Scallops, Three Sauteed Soft-shelled Crabs, A Few Ears Of Fresh Picked Corn, A Thin Swordfish Steak Of Generous Area, A Pair Of Lobsters, And A Long Island Duck, He Might Have Written A Masterpiece.