To the devout, the notion of anything but cereal for breakfast produces anxiety and dread, but with the death of God anything is permitted, and profiteroles and clams may be eaten at will, and even buffalo wings.

In the New Yorker, Woody Allen reveals the diet secrets of Friedrich Nietzsche: "Thus Ate Zarathustra."

[Via Cosmopoetica .  Pretty good late-period Woody but, darn it, his New Yorker pieces used to be reallly funny.]