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“First we eat, then we do everything else.”
― M.F.K. Fisher

“She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs â€� pansies and rosemary â€� and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.”
― Francesca Lia Block, Violet & Claire

“Thus it transpired that even Berlin could be mysterious. Within the linden's bloom the streetlight winks. A dark and honeyed hush envelops us. Across the curb one's passing shadow slinks: across a stump a sable ripples thus. The night sky melts to peach beyond that gate. There water gleams, there Venice vaguely shows. Look at that street--it runs to China straight, and yonder star above the Volga glows! Oh, swear to me to put in dreams your trust, and to believe in fantasy alone, and never let your soul in prison rust, nor stretch your arm and say: a wall of stone.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, The Gift

“The three of us ate a fine supper of grilled trout with sorrel cream sauce, and red potatoes out of Britney's old garden behind the ruins of the Watling place, and watercress sautéed in butter for hardly a moment with a dash of vinegar, and cream custard with wild blackberries for dessert.”
― James Howard Kunstler, World Made By Hand