“Today, the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions. What I remember is love — all love — love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a café. Myself, even, which is the hardest thing of all to love, because love and selfishness are not the same thing. It is easy to be selfish. It is hard to love who I am. No wonder I am surprised if you do.” – from Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson

Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson

“She was a great cook, but she cooked more for herself than for other people, not because she was hungry but because she was comforted by the rituals of the kitchen.” – from Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table by Ruth Reichl

Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table by Ruth Reichl