My Notion Of An Elegant Table Is

I Hate Nature. I Really Do. Nature Is Composed Entirely Of Sticks, Dirt, Fall-down Places, Biting And Stinging Things, And Savageries Too Numerous To List. And I'm Not The Only One Who Feels This Way. Man Has Been Building Cities Since The Year Oughty-ought, Just To Get Away From This Stuff.

Lucky Is The Spouse Who Dies First, Who Never Has To Know What Survivors Endure.

Sometimes Being Fooled By Love Is Worth The Price. At Least You Know You're Alive And Capable Of Feeling, Even If All You End Up With Is Chest Pain.

The Jungian Therapist Taught Me The Difference Between The Ego And The Shadow. I Realized I'd Been So Busy Being A Good Girl That I'd Completely Detached From My Shadow. It's Something We All Have, And It's Where All The Creative Juices Are.

There's Nothing Quite As Irksome As Someone Else's Mess.