R.I.P. Nora Ephron

What my mother believed about cooking is that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.

Whenever I get married, I start buying Gourmet magazine.

Beware of men who cry. It’s true that men who cry are sensitive to and in touch with feelings, but the only feelings they tend to be sensitive to and in touch with are their own.

The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don’t know what the hell they’re doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self.

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.

I want my last meal to be a Nate ‘n Al’s hotdog, and I don’t want to be lying on my deathbed thinking, “I wish I would’ve had more Nate ‘n Al’s hotdogs.”

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