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All four elements were happening in equal measure - the cuisine, the wine, the service, and the overall ambience. It taught me that dining could happen at a spiritual level.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.

I always have a funny story at communion time that underscores that no one is perfect, and that communion is not for perfect people but for hungry people.

The food isn't too bad. It's very different from the food that the astronauts ate in the very early days of the space program.

There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

The first meal was an object lesson of much variety. My father produced several kinds of food, ready to eat, without any cooking, from little tin cans that had printing all over them.

For faithful Catholics, communion is not just a nice ritual: It is the body and blood of Jesus Christ, and the ultimate sign of our willingness to be incorporated into the church.

I did my holy communion, and it was amazing how quickly the stories of the Bible and God and Jesus got under my skin.

I was interested in transcendence from a very early age. I was interested in what was over there, what was behind life. So when I had my first communion I was very disappointed. I had expected something amazing and surprising and spiritual. Instead all I got was a bicycle. That wasn't what I was after at all.