Stephanie Danler

“The jargon, the tenets, the manifestos - it wasn’t just to make the guest feel better about spending their money. It was…

— Stephanie Danler

“SALT: your mouth waters itself. Flakes from Brittany, liquescent on contact. Blocks of pink salt from the Himalayas, matte gray clumps from…

— Stephanie Danler

“Whole Foods, the Barnes & Noble, the Best Buy—they got stacked right on top of it. In Rome, they dig for a…

— Stephanie Danler

“The city was radiant and I felt untouchable.”

— Stephanie Danler

“No names. I didn’t know people. I grabbed whatever characteristics I could: crooked or fluorescent teeth, tattoos, accents, lipsticks, I even recognized…

— Stephanie Danler

“Jake put on a new record and propped the cover up - Charlie Parker’s sax ran into the room. Someone had told…

— Stephanie Danler

“Or maybe it means we’ve forgotten ourselves. And we keep forgetting ourselves. And that’s the big grown-up secret to survival.”

— Stephanie Danler

“You will see it coming. Not you actually because you don’t see for yourself yet, everyone is busy seeing for you, days…

— Stephanie Danler

“Two homeless men were asleep on picnic tables. I had become very good at not looking at unpleasant things. I could skip…

— Stephanie Danler

“mess of Italy, France, and some burgeoning American cuisine that nobody really believed in yet? A hodgepodge that shouldn’t have worked? When…

— Stephanie Danler

“God, how I loved him. Not him exactly, let me try again: I loved his ghost.”

— Stephanie Danler

“I mean that we can allow ourselves to live and not really know what it is that we’re doing. That’s all right.…

— Stephanie Danler

“We always just miss New York. I watched it with this neighborhood. When I moved here everyone was mourning SoHo of the…

— Stephanie Danler

“TERROIR. I looked it up in The World Atlas of Wine in the manager’s office. The definition was people talking around it…

— Stephanie Danler

“Wow,” I said. And I meant it. I had never thought of a tomato as a fruit - the ones I had…

— Stephanie Danler

“But the song was as intimate as a faucet dripping in the night.”

— Stephanie Danler