Franz Kafka on food

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into an enormous insect.

It is entirely conceivable that life’s splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off.

Plenty of hope — for God — no end of hope — only not for us.

Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.

Mark Twain1835–1910

You can tell a lot about a fellow’s character by his way of eating jellybeans.

Ronald Reagan1911–2004

I’m at an age where I think more about food than sex. Last week I put a mirror over my dining room table.

Rodney Dangerfield1921–2004

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