"FROM THE DUMPY POTATO TO THE SUCCULENT FRENCH FRY, NOTHING SATISFIES HUNGER QUITE LIKE FOOD."

"I will start by painting. After that, I will paint, beyond which I shall paint even more. That is the only way I will learn to capture the essence of emotion. After all, you can only accomplish so much in using logic to analyze the contents of the heart."

I feel winter's chill from the bare leaf trees today...*sigh* What is it about winter that turns people into poets?