All That Means Is That

I've Just Surfaced From Spending Several Days In A State Of Rapture: I Was Reading A Book... I Felt Alive And Engaged And Positively Brilliant, Bursting With Ideas, Brimming With Memories Of Other Books I've Loved.

Washington Is A City Of Locker-room Boys, And All The Old, Outmoded Notions Apply: Men And Women Are Ushered To Separate Rooms After Dinner, Sex Is Dirty, And They Are Still Serving Onion-soup Dip.

I Am Continually Fascinated At The Difficulty Intelligent People Have In Distinguishing What Is Controversial From What Is Merely Offensive.

Whenever Someone Says The Words 'our Friendship Is More Important Than This,' Watch Out, Because It Almost Never Is.

What I Love About Cooking Is That After A Hard Day, There Is Something Comforting About The Fact That If You Melt Butter And Add Flour And Then Hot Stock, It Will Get Thick! It's A Sure Thing! It's A Sure Thing In A World Where Nothing Is Sure; It Has A Mathematical Certainty In A World Where Those Of Us Who Long For Some Kind Of Certainty Are Forced To Settle For Crossword Puzzles.