I Have Made A Lot Of Mistakes

I Recognize That Printing Pictures Of Corpses Raises All Sorts Of Problems About Taste And Titillation And Sensationalism; The Fact Is, However, That People Die. Death Happens To Be One Of Life's Main Events. And It Is Irresponsible And More Than That, Inaccurate, For Newspapers To Fail To Show It.

No One Is More Romantic Than A Cynic. I Do Think That You Don't Become Cynical Or 'unsentimental' Unless There's A Core Of Romanticism Or Sentiment That's Had A Few Chips Nicked Into It.

It's So Interesting That We Think We Know The Rules To This Game, This Total Hypothetical Game Called, "would You," "if You Had It To Do Over." It's Not Out There.

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!

Sometimes I Wonder About My Life. I Lead A Small Life - Well, Valuable, But Small - And Sometimes I Wonder, Do I Do It Because I Like It, Or Because I Haven't Been Brave? So Much Of What I See Reminds Me Of Something I Read In A Book, When Shouldn't It Be The Other Way Around? I Don't Really Want An Answer. I Just Want To Send This Cosmic Question Out Into The Void. So Good Night, Dear Void. - You've Got Mail