Prudence Does Not Save Us, But Shows

The Dignified Catastrophes Of Tragedy Bear Little Resemblance To The Slow Ruin Inflicted By Life.

The Language Of Pornography Is Abusive, That Of Romance Adoring. Both Are Addressed To A Fetish.

When Medusa Looks In The Mirror, She Sees The Lady Of Sorrows.

My Struggles With Myself Seldom Reach Aerobic Level.

Fearful Of Sentimentality, I Disown My Tears And Melting Heart.