The history of the Americas is one of constant warfare over salt.

Food is a central activity of mankind and one of the single most significant trademarks of a culture.

The egg creams of Avenue A in New York and the root beer float....are among the high points of American gastronomic inventiveness.

A gourmet knows that the best part is not always the expensive part, and he will find that part, and then he will share it. A gourmet should want to share.

If ever there was a fish made to endure, it is the Atlantic cod... But it has among its predators - man, an openmouthed species greedier than cod.

Judging foods without regard to price is a rich mans game, and yet poor people can be gourmets able to discern a good potato from a bad one.

In nineteenth-century Russia, sauerkraut was valued more than caviar.

Fate likes to tease paranoids.'

modern people have seen too many chemicals and are ready to go back to eating dirt.

THE ROMANS SALTED their greens, believing this to counteract the natural bitterness, which is the origin of the word salad, salted.

I did not realize at the time, as I have discovered since, that anyone who attempts any thing original in this world must expect a bit of ridicule. Clarence Birdseye

Mistletoe was her new favorite holiday decoration. She would have to hang some in the kitchen. All over the house. And keep the green stuff hanging until Easter. Or Thanksgiving.

Only an 'almost,' a 'nearly,' is possible.

I love the idea of a movie hero in a thriller who is able to get ahead by just his brilliance, and not with a gun or by being an action hero.

The intellectually sophisticated person is indifferent to all genuine individuality, because relationships and reactions result from it which cannot be exhausted with logical operations.

Instead of finding the needle in the haystack, we're making the haystack bigger.

You grow into everything you hate about yourself, over time.

the restricting of intellectual and spiritual needs to the mania of progress

A woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable; but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging to a wife.

I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.

A major writer combines these three - storyteller, teacher, enchanter - but it is the enchanter in him that predominates and makes him a major writer.