Like Species, Couples Die Out Or Evolve.

I Am My Mother's Daughter,... I Am Her Only Novel.

It Hurts To Love Wide Open Stretching The Muscles... It Hurts To Thwart The Reflexes Of Grab, Of Clutch; To Love And Let Go Again And Again.

Never Doubt That You Can Change History. You Already Have.

We Can Only Know What We Can Truly Imagine. Finally What We See Comes From Ourselves.

It Is Not Sex That Gives The Pleasure, But The Lover.