Occupation: Writer Birth: March 16, 1911 Death: February 17, 2006
One does odd things. You see, when one's young one doesn't feel part of it yet, the human condition; one does things because they are not “for good”;….
All food is the gift of the gods and has something of the miraculous, the egg no less than the truffle..
I write because I'm a writer. It is rather like cooking: to make something out of the raw material at hand..
In Europe, where human relations like clothes are supposed to last, one's got to be wearable. In France one has to be interesting, in Italy pleasant,….
I detest . . . anything over-cooked, over-herbed, over-sauced, over elaborate. Nothing can go very far wrong at table as long as there is honest brea….
public opinion, the sum of private opinions, does matter, can matter often for good..
The future of human society. Had it made an irrevocably false start? The compass error that gets harder to correct with every mile you go?.
A part, a large part, of traveling is an engagement of the ego v. the world. The world is hydra headed, as old as the rocks and as changing as the se….
It would seem that in history it's never a tooth for a tooth, but a thousand, a hundred thousand for one..
All wealth is relative; and so is its absence..