Desire Creates Its Own Object.

Women's Propensity To Share Confidences Is Universal. We Confirm Our Reality By Sharing.

We Are All Proprietary Toward Cities We Love. 'ah, You Should Have Seen Her When I Loved Her!' We Say, Reciting Glories Since Faded Or Defiled, Trusting Her To No One Else; That Others Should Know And Love Her In Her Present Fallen State (for She Must Fall Without Our Vigilant Love) Is A Species Of Betrayal.

How Do You Think It Would Feel To Be Obliged To Ask For A Seat-belt Extender On An Airplane? For The Unfashionably Bulgy, Life Is A Series Of Small Humiliations.

Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief That It Will Ever End.

Truth ... Is The First Casualty Of Tyranny.