My Memory Loves You… It Asks About

When I Was In College, I Was The Editor Of The Literary Magazine And Insisted Neither The Editors Nor The Writers Be Specifically Identified-only Our Student Numbers Appeared On The Title Page. I Love That Idea And Still Do.

Although Our Emotions Sometimes Behave Like Spoiled, Selfish Children, Unfortunately We Cannot Send Them To Their Room Or Tell Them To Stop Screaming.

Real Love Is Always Chaotic. You Lose Control; You Lose Perspective. You Lose The Ability To Protect Yourself. The Greater The Love, The Greater The Chaos. It’s A Given And That’s The Secret.

The Keys That Unlock The Heart Are Made Of Funny Materials: A Disarming Phrase That Comes Out Of The Blue, Nowhere, A Certain Sexy Walk That Sends You Reeling, The Way Someone Hums When She Is Alone. My Father Said It Was The Way My Mother Danced With Him.

Everyone Coming Out Of A Perfume Store Is Smelling The Back Of Their Hand.