“From Laurie Colwin: Lovely writing! About grief she writes: "I realized that grief is metabolic: it crawls through you like a disease and takes your energy away. Then it gathers and hits like a sudden migraine, like being hit by a car, like having a large, flat rock hurled at your chest.”

“There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.”

“You should have married a nice girl in her twenties so you can have dozens of babies,'Jane Louise said. 'Instead of the president of the Withered Crone Society.”

“Once my jars were labeled, I felt contentedly thrilled with myself, as if I had pulled off a wonderful trick. People feel this way when they bake bread or have babies, and although they are perfectly entitled to feel that way, in fact, nature does most of the work.”

“To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.”

“I would not regret putting a hole in your arrogant chest, only it would be deflected when it hit that piece of rock you call a heart.”

“Fulfillment leaves an empty space where longing used to be.”