You can pick your life, or you can let your life pick you.
If you’re passionate about something, you’ll overcome your own prejudices in favor of the crusade.
You can believe in happy endings or you can vehemently eschew them, but in real life, there’s no formula for how things will turn out.
It’s possible to believe something is true while at the same time refuse to apply it to yourself. The corollary: you can have one set of standards for the world and another set for yourself.
Christmas is a lot of work.
Pancetta improves any dish.
Everyone can do something important.
The capacity for human beings to be collectively horrible or collectively wonderful to others never ceases to astonish me.
I want my kids to grow up with empathetic hearts and the will to do something about it.
Cooking is my way of creating. Kitchen therapy calms me.
Books are my trophies.
I learn so much from reading, even–or especially–fiction.
I can’t turn off my brain.