Once I made a decision, I never thought about it again.

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it is on your plate.

Once a decision was made, I didn't worry about it afterward...

all i want...is mac and cheese

Chocolate is an excellent flavor for ice cream but both unreasonable and disconcerting in chewing gum.

At General Dexterity, I was contributing to an effort to make repetitive labor obsolete. After a trainer in the Task Acquisition Center taught an arm how to do something, all the arms did it perfectly, forever,

In other words, you solved a problem once, and then you moved on to other more interesting things.

Baking, by contrast, was solving the same problem over and over again, because every time, the solution was consumed. I mean, really: chewed and digested.

Thus, the problem was ongoing.

Thus, the problem was perhaps the point.

Whatever had the most shock value became my meal of choice.

I always find what I want. But when I find it, I don't want it any more.

My thoughts hovered over all varieties of mortal edible, and finally settled on a porterhouse steak and a quart of bitter with a welsh rabbit to follow. In longing hopelessly for these dainties I fell asleep.

There's a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milkshake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

Sometimes the only answer to death is lunch.

Judging from the state of my consciousness at the time, millions of years of hominid evolution had produced nothing more transcendent than a craving for a cheeseburger and a chocolate milkshake.

Baking, by contrast, was solving the same problem over and over again, because every time, the solution was consumed. I mean, really: chewed and digested. Thus, the problem was ongoing. Thus, the problem was perhaps the point.