The idea is to eat well and not die from it - for the simple reason that that would be the end of your eating.

You're never going to know who wrote which poem. That's a secret we're going to die with.

Poetry, at its best, is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.

They would say, 'What are YOU eating?' ... And that's what they wanted. They said, 'We want to eat what you're eating.'

My favorite thing is just walking in the woods. I can do it for days on end without tiring of it.

I'm afraid that eating in restaurants reflects one's experiences with movies, art galleries, novels, music - that is, characterized by mild amusement but with an overall feeling of stupidity and shame. Better to cook for yourself.