But That Inadequacy, Or Feeling Of Inadequacy,

I Do Have People In Mind When I Write. I Don't Know Precisely Who They Are, However, Or How Many Of Them There Are.

I Would Never Understand Photography, The Sneaky, Murderous Taxidermy Of It.

Decide That You Like College Life. In Your Dorm You Meet Many Nice People. Some Are Smarter Than You. And Some, You Notice, Are Dumber Than You. You Will Continue, Unfortunately, To View The World In Exactly These Terms For The Rest Of Your Life.

She Smiled At Him, With Longing. 'where Do You Live,' She Asked, 'and How Do I Get There?

That Is What Is Wrong With Cold People. Not That They Have Ice In Their Souls - We All Have A Bit Of That - But That They Insist Every Word And Deed Mirror That Ice. They Never Learn The Beauty Or Value Of Gesture. The Emotional Necessity. For Them, It Is All Honesty Before Kindness, Truth Before Art. Love Is Art, Not Truth. It's Like Painting Scenery.