“Men are imposible, but after you’ve had one around nothing ever has quite the flavor without one. It’s terrible, really. When they’re there you want to shoot them and when they’re not you want to shoot yourself.”

Maybe the lonely places are the only things that make human beings of us all.

Creation, like destruction, always seems to get a little out of hand; otherwise it could hardly be called creative.

Things about yourself are never too terrible to say. It’s only the things about the ones you love.

Men simply don’t understand how women are. They think there’s some other kind.

Growing up is loving what you can afford to.

Life has a certain flavor for those who have fought and risked all that the sheltered and protected can never experience.

Many different tastes share the plate, but none of them lose their individual flavor, and together they make up a uniquely ‘local’ cuisine.

I wanted to try to write songs on the piano to get a different flavor.

The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

Fanaticism comes in as many flavors as there are human beings.

We take steps to get some flavors from the government for those who already have more wives than one.

I already enjoy cooking. I like different flavors and putting different things together and really like taking normal recipes to a higher level.

Beauty is not just a white girl. It’s so many different flavors and shades.