A Quiet Well-behaved Boy Is Likely To

Magic Trick: To Make People Disappear, Ask Them To Fulfill Their Promises.

Alone, I Am Satisfied With Myself. With Others, I Am Beset By Troubling Comparisons.

Every Literary Critic Believes He Will Outwit History And Have The Last Word.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When My Beloved Departs, I Weep.