I Don’t Believe Man Is Woman’s Natural

Rome's Riches Are In Too Immediate Juxtaposition. Under The Lid Of Awful August Heat, One Moves Dizzily From Church To Palace To Fountain To Ruin, A Single Fly At A Banquet, Not Knowing Where To Light.

Hair Brings One’s Self-image Into Focus; It Is Vanity’s Proving Ground. Hair Is Terribly Personal, A Tangle Of Mysterious Prejudices

What Troubles Me Is Not That Movie Stars Run For Office, But That They Find It Easy To Get Elected. It Should Be Difficult. It Should Be Difficult For Millionaires, Too.

A Plane Is A Bad Place For An All-out Sleep, But A Good Place To Begin Rest And Recovery From The Trip To The Faraway Places You've Been, A Decompression Chamber Between Here And There. Though A Plane Is Not The Ideal Place Really To Think, To Reassess Or Reevaluate Things, It Is A Great Place To Have The Illusion Of Doing So, And Often The Illusion Will Suffice.

Mind And Body Are Not To Be Taken Lightly. Their Connection Is Intimate And Mysterious, And Better Mapped By Poets Than Pornographers.