[From <i>The Jilting of Granny Weatherall</i>] You waste life when you waste good food. - Katherine Anne Porter

You waste life when you waste good food.

They had both noticed that a life of dissipation sometimes gave to a face the look of gaunt suffering spirituality that a life of asceticism was supposed to give and quite often did not.

She wished to sit down quietly and wait for her death, but not until she had cut the throats of her man and that girl who were laughing and kissing under the cornstalks.

A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.