"Pizza Hut, with its strange roof, like a paper boat turned upside down and worn as a hat, seemed European and glamorous. It suggested a world where people were happy, where they lived a life that was better than mine."
From the essay, Butter, written by Akhil Sharma in the November 4, 2013 issue of The New Yorker.
"The most intriguing flavors hide out in Khe-Yo's sauces. Grilled black bass that comes to the table with its blackened head staring up like a totem is ordinary until you wrap it in lettuce with a funky, salty ham of tamrind and peanuts. This makes it great. A similar transformation happens when you dip the sesame beef jerky in a thick paste of assorted dried smoked chilies pounded with a galangal. The condiment is as dark and gloss as shoe polish, and the peppers contribute both fruitiness and spice that make it wonderfully complex."
From the October 16, 2013 New York Times Dining Section restaurant review, The Crunchy Lure of Southeast Asia, by Pete Wells.
"I was defiant. Hell-bent on surviving. On making it. But it was hard and it was lonely, and I had to dare myself every day to keep going. Sometimes I would play the victim and cry in my shoe box of a bedroom with a window that faced a wall, watching the pigeons shit on my windowsill. And I wondered if it was all worth it, but then I would pull myself together and look at a postcard of Frida Kahlo taped to my wall, and the sight of her mustache consoled me. Because she was an artist who didn't care what people thought. I admired her. She was daring. People gave her a hard time. Life gave her a hard time. If she could do it, then so could I."
Said by and written by Madonna in the November 2013 issue of Harper's Bazaar.