Perhaps All Artists Were, In A Sense,

Plot Is Just A Fancy Way Of Saying 'and Then.

I Want You. I Want You. I Want You. Anything To Avoid Saying: I Love You.

Pregnancy Seemed Like A Tremendous Abdication Of Control. Something Growing Inside You Which Would Eventually Usurp Your Life.

Faith Is The Knowledge Of The Heart, Logick The Knowledge Of The Mind.

Whenever I Go Anywhere But Italy For A Vacation, I Always Feel Vaguely Disappointed, As If I Have Made A Mistake.