In New York, One Must Collapse To

Sulking Is Silent Because Speaking Would Reveal Its Folly.

I Read Less And Less. I Have Not Forgiven Books For Their Failure To Tell Me The Truth And Make Me Happy.

Promiscuity Turns Sex Into A Sport, Like Arm-wrestling.

Death Is Always There, Just Beneath The Surface.

Forgiveness Is Like Faith. You Have To Keep Reviving It.