#kin

At every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other. ↗

— Ann Landers

#every #go #go home #home #kinds

I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like child stringing beads in kindergarten, - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another. ↗

— Brenda Ueland

#another #beads #byron #child #feel

The Specters feast as vampires feast on blood, but the Specters’ food is attention. A conscious and informed interest in the world. The immaturity of children is less attractive to them. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#food

The way humans hunt for parking and the way animals hunt for food are not as different as you might think. ↗

— Tom Vanderbilt

#parking #food

There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub. ↗

— Anthony Bourdain

#food

I've been talking to myself a lot lately. I don't know what that's about, but my mother was the same way. She hated to make small talk with other people, but get her into a conversation with herself and she was quite the raconteur. She would tell herself a joke and clap her hands together as she let out a laugh; she would murmur to the plants as she watered them, and offer encouragement to the food as she cooked it. Sometimes I would walk into a room and surprise her as she was regaling herself with some delightful story, and I remember how the sound would dry up in her mouth. She stood there, frozen in the headlights of my teenage scorn. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#headlights #talking #food

Good kitchens are not about size; they are about ergonomics and light. ↗

— Nigel Slater

#food #kitchens #food

It’s 3:32, and I need just one more ingredient to finish baking 3:33. Would you prefer the AM or the PM piece?
 ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#cooking #food #ingredients #nonsense #time

How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock. ↗

— Tara Janzen

#food

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue. Words you can’t have back, so they linger. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#bitter #breaking-up #friendship #friendship-and-love #gossip