One way to find food for thought is to use the fork in the road, the bifurcation that marks the place of emergence in which a new line of development begins to branch off. – William Irwin Thompson

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food. – Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water. – W. C. Fields