Mood Board

Beauty…cannot be interpreted. It is not an empirically verifiable fact; it is not a quantity.

be joyful

I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will.

There are no unsacred places; / there are only sacred places / and desecrated places.

I’m asked a lot what the best thing about cooking for a living is. And it’s this: to be a part of a subculture. To be part of a historical continuum, a secret society with its own language and customs. To enjoy the instant gratification of making something good with one’s hands—using all one’s senses. It can be, at times, the purest and most unselfish way of giving pleasure (thought oral sex has to be a close second).