In My Memoir, I Admit That I've

No Sooner Do We Think We Have Assembled A Comfortable Life Than We Find A Piece Of Ourselves That Has No Place To Fit In.

To Hear How Special And Wonderful We Are Is Endlessly Enthralling.

With The Only Certainty In Our Daily Existence Being Change, And A Rate Of Change Growing Always Faster In A Kind Of Technological Leapfrog Game, Speed Helps People Think They Are Catching Up.

If Menopause Is The Silent Passage, 'male Menopause' Is The Unspeakable Passage. It Is Fraught With Secrecy, Shame, And Denial. It Is Much More Fundamental Than The Ending Of The Fertile Period Of A Woman's Life, Because It Strikes At The Core Of What It Is To Be A Man.

Speed As A Drug Disorganizes The Personality; Speed As The Goal Of Information Dissemination Commits A Subtler Crime. People Are Mainlining Our Words. We Rarely Read Of The Rational Alternatives, Only Of The Commands That All Must Change Or Else. This Is A Prescription For Public Panic.