I prefer to regard a dessert as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made up, not highly rouged. Holding back, not exposing everything and, of course, with a flavor that lasts. – Graham Kerr
My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I dont know the exact time of her death, because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing. – Meghan ORourke
