I Don't Think That Sex Necessarily Produces

Home Is Where Your Books Are.

Once I Worshipped Keats For Dying Young. Now I Think It's Braver To Die Old.

Beware The Lure Of A Handsome Face, The All Too Ready Assumption That The Lovely Façade Must Needs Have Lovely Chambers Within; For As 'tis With Great Houses, So, Too, With Great Men.

It Was Easy Enough To Kill Yourself In A Fit Of Despair. It Was Easy Enough To Play The Martyr. It Was Harder To Do Nothing. To Endure Your Life. To Wait.

The Older We Get, The More Jewish We Become In My Family.