August depresses me a little. I don't even feel like eating. And when I don't eat, that's a sure sign of stagnation.

Having a phobia has changed me.

They would say, 'What are YOU eating?' ... And that's what they wanted. They said, 'We want to eat what you're eating.'

The best cookies of all in the world are the ones my daughter Sally makes. They come out all uniform with nice little air holes.

Thanksgiving just gets me all warm and tingly and all kinds of wonderful inside.

A nutritionist has told me to have very little butter and very little spices, but I can't live like that.