Food Is My Drug Of

Autobiography Is A Preemptive Strike Against Biographers.

It's The Perpetually Unfinished Quality Of Housework That Makes It Oppressive - It Never Ends, Like Bad Psychoanalysis, Or A Dream Interrupted. It Is Paradoxically True That It Is Exactly This Daily Re-creation Of The World That Lends Housekeeping Its Nobility And Romance.

Desire Creates Its Own Object.

To Have A Crisis, And Act Upon It, Is One Thing. To Dwell In Perpetual Crisis Is Another.

To Live Exhilaratingly In And For The Moment Is Deadly Serious Work, Fun Of The Most Exhausting Sort