One of the secrets to staying young is to always do things you don't know how to do, to keep learning.

Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.

Plain fresh bread, its crust shatteringly crisp. Sweet cold butter. There is magic in the way they come together in your mouth to make a single perfect bite.

...it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source.

Anyone who thinks they're too grown up or too sophisticated to eat caramel corn, is not invited to my house for dinner

...in the end you are the only one who can make yourself happy. More important, ...it is never too late to find out how to do it.

She was a great cook, but she cooked more for herself than for other people, not because she was hungry but because she was comforted by the rituals of the kitchen.

It is not 'only' food, I said heatedly. There's meaning hidden underneath each dish.

When a person has lived generously and fought fiercely, she deserves more than sadness at the end.

Life is so endlessly delicious

I had done this. I had pulled my life apart. I would never, ever be safe again.

I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn't hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming.

One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.

No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.

I liked my teacher very much and after some years of mediation, I began to teach meditation, referring all things that I didn't know to my own teacher.

Let him avoid ,the acquisition of wealth and ,the gratification of his desires, if they are opposed to the sacred law, and even lawful acts which may cause pain in the future or are offensive to men.

In New York, you can just wake up and everything sorts itself out. I love that, not having a plan.

The world can forgive practically anything except people who mind their own business.

Wes Anderson grew up in Houston, and he and I talk about Manhattan in similar ways, as a kind of fantasy world.

Women with whiskers... its a bummer.

All innocent mechanisms are muddied up with experience. Children become less and less translucent. Layers of guile and suspicion grow. It's the law of paternal disenchantments.