Energy Falls Just Short Of Being Joy.

At Sixty, I Would Like To Give My Future Back Its Vistas Of Uncertainty.

Pornography Does Not Inspire Violence, But You Can Break A Leg Trying To Imitate It.

As I Review My Life, I Feel I Must Have Missed The Point, Either Then Or Now.

Death Is Hacking Away At My Address Book And Party Lists.

Denial Of One Appetite Sharpens The Others.