When I was a kid, for my birthday every year, my mother made me pasta bechamel, which is rigatoni with a white cream sauce. – Giada De Laurentiis

We advance in years somewhat in the manner of an invading army in a barren land; the age that we have reached, as the saying goes, we but hold with an outpost, and still keep open communications with the extreme rear and first beginnings of the march. – Robert Louis Stevenson, “Virginibus Puerisque II,” Virginibus Puerisque, 1881