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Conceptual Cuisine
I call it performance art, but my friend Ariel calls it wasting time. History will decide. — Steve Martin as Harris in L.A. Story To me, the word “chocolate” is the penultimate attention-grabber, second only to “There’s
Mini Me
The car has become a secular sanctuary for the individual, his shrine to the self, his mobile Walden Pond. — Edward McDonagh One damp December morning, while frantically twisting the key this way and that in
Tale of Two Brothers
Our siblings. They resemble us just enough to make all their differences confusing, and no matter what we choose to make of this, we are cast in relation to them our whole lives long. — Susan
Matters of the Heart
When I look at my hands and in my heart, I see stress as Lady Macbeth saw blood. — Berri Clove I was going to tell him after we’d ordered our entrées, but I had not
Jane’s Dream
The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won’t. — Henry Ward Beecher I held the camera as steady as I could without a
Dis-Ativan-tage
Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering. — Carl Jung A ladybug ambled across my absentee ballot and paused, seemingly undecided between YES and NO on one of the Indian gaming propositions. As the tiny
Hotel Fetish
It is impossible to overdo luxury. — French Proverb The orange light reflecting off the water’s surface slowly transformed to red. “You should have put some music on,” I said, gesturing at the iPod dock on
Party Tricks
When the wine goes in, strange things come out. — Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller David opened a second bottle of wine and circled the room refilling glasses. Our guests were neighbors from the building next
Turn Off
Lo! Men have become the tools of their tools. — Henry David Thoreau I remember my first time like it was yesterday. My heart beat fast with the excitement and trepidation of journeying into virgin territory.
Merry Tuesday
From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it. — Katharine Whitehorn He didn’t have to voice it. I could see it in his face, in the
