I still have my little red hardcover notebook—spine now held in place by packing tape, pages dotted with cooking stains—filled with her loving instructions for mandelbrot, nut cake, and strudel.

Cooking is not a science but an art, mistakes are okay, messes are fine—the pleasure is in the creating and the sharing of the result.

religion is no longer the opium of the people but the vitamin pills of the feeble.

People speak sometimes about the "besti*l" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.

The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just.

Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.

Well, I really think that shatters the myth of white supremacy once and for all.

Resurrection means that the worst thing is never the last thing.

Ah, well, people can be stupid abou' their pets," said Hagrid wisely.

It is to the press mankind are indebted for having dispelled the clouds which so long encompassed religion, for disclosing her genuine lustre, and disseminating her salutary doctrines.

The biggest lesson I learned in the bar business is to focus on revenues. Dollars, not dimes.

Most of the news about the state of the environment is pretty ugly. This is frightening for me personally, but actually motivational for me artistically.