Everyone Needs A Sense Of Shame, But

The Thought Is Merely A Sign, As The Word Is Merely A Sign For The Thought.

The World Is Beautiful, But Has A Disease Called Man.

There Is Always A Certain Noise In Applause: Even In The Applause We Give Ourselves.

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

Let Woman Be A Plaything, Pure And Fine, Like A Precious Stone, Illumined With The Virtues Of A World Not Yet Come.