Every sentence he manages to utter scatters its component parts like pond water from a verb chasing its own tail.
People always comment about my clothes. They don't think a fashionable woman can love food and be knowledgeable and actually cook.
Where is it written that a smart woman can't also be stacked?
The best thing you can do for someone is make them a beautiful plate of food. How else can you invade someone's body without actually touching them?
In a way that somebody else converts to Judaism or becomes a Hare Krishna, I belong to the church of fried chicken.
I like me better naked. I don't mean that in a vain way. . . When you put clothes on, you immediately put a character on. Clothes are adjectives, they are indicators. When you don't have any clothes on, it's just you, raw, and you can't hide.
I've always had a fantasy to write a cookbook, because everyone wants to know what a model eats.
I have to have a daily, vibrant relationship with Jesus in order to survive that process toward healing.
We do ourselves the most good doing something for others.
I saw people who were hostile; they had felt so much hurt that hostility was their only defense against being crushed again.
I find war detestable but those who praise it without participating in it even more so.