I think we're lucky to be living when we are, because things are going to get worse.
When my mother was dying, I cooked for her. One of the things I realised was that the smell and look of the food was key. I concentrated on how it looked on the plate. Even if the amount was small, it gave her a nourishment of a different kind.
I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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