Hello” and “good-bye” were a pair of bookends, propping up a vast library of blank volumes, void almanacs, novels full of sentiment I couldn’t apprehend.

Food is fun to write about because everybody has an opinion. Food is also fun to write about because it’s a challenge. There are only so many ways to describe a plate of gnudi without resorting to “pillowy.”

Language, as much as land, is a place. To be cut off from it is to be, in a sense, homeless.

Hello" and "good-bye" were a pair of bookends, propping up a vast library of blank volumes, void almanacs, novels full of sentiment I couldn't apprehend

I, a woman, find wearing high heels agreeable only on the very rare occasion that (1) I will be ferried between destinations upon a palanquin or (2) I am going to a cocktail party and, at five feet two, don't want to spend the evening discussing the latest movies with somebody's nipples.