Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.

Amazing That The Human Race Has Taken Enough Time Out From Thinking About Food Or Sex To Create The Arts And Sciences.

I Am No Longer In Love, But I Still Have My Jealousy.

The Young Break Rules For Fun. The Old For Profit.

In New York, Pretending To Be Above The Struggle Means No Seat On The Bus And A Table Next To The Kitchen.

I Am The Center Of The World, But The Control Panel Seems To Be Somewhere Else.