Once we hit forty women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka one for wine one for cheese and one for chocolate.

I have a crusade against fondant also shortening. There's no reason why wedding cakes can't taste good if you know what you're doing.

Gradually I came to realize that people will more readily swallow lies than truth as if the taste of lies was homey appetizing: a habit.

Bad taste is simply saying the truth before it should be said.

A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

When it comes to locations I'm one of those crazy authors who has to see it touch it taste it before I trust myself to recreate it for my readers. Having said that visiting a locked-down pediatric psych ward was the most intimidating research I've ever done - and I've visited maximum security prisons shooting galleries bone collections etc.

I don't mind where I work it's really nice to be able to travel around and taste the flavours of different countries.

Southern political personalities like sweet corn travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time they reach New York they are like Golden Bantam that has been trucked up from Texas - stale and unprofitable. The consumer forgets that the corn tastes different where it grows.

Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste and amuses himself by applying it triumphantly wherever he travels.

I don't even drink! I can't stand the taste of alcohol. Every New Year's Eve I try one drink and every time it makes me feel sick. So I don't touch booze - I'm always the designated driver.