What I am saying, I suppose, is that you write as if everyone is dead. Then you face the music. I don't know any other way to keep the teeth sharp and the spirit alive. — Lynn Freed Copy Share Image
“we favor: 6 small eggplants cut into cubes ½ cup olive oil ½ cup chopped onion 4 garlic cloves chopped (you might use less if you want to be loved) ½ cup chopped olives (we prefer the wrinkled, strong-tasting ones) fresh oregano fresh mint salt and pepper to taste Preheat the oven to 425°. Salt the eggplant and bake in… — Lynn Freed Copy Share
“All I want to do is go on with the unbridled life I lead here: barefoot, my faded bathing suit, an old jacket, lots… — Lynn Freed Copy Share Image
I wasn't put on this earth to be housekeeper to my own child or to anyone else for that matter. — Lynn Freed Copy Share Image
Blumenthal goes straight to the heart in these poems. Gorgeously wrought, surprising, true, wise, elegiac, they leave me with a sense of having listened… — Lynn Freed Copy Share Image
What I am saying, I suppose, is that you write as if everyone is dead. Then you face the music. I don't know any… — Lynn Freed Copy Share Image
Sentiment and nostalgia are fatal for fiction. One must go into the territory of the imagination with sure feet, hot fainting with glorious misery. — Lynn Freed Copy Share Image
