Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then

My Father Was A Patriarch Inside A Matriarchy, But Never Knew It.

Every Literary Critic Believes He Will Outwit History And Have The Last Word.

In The City, Nudity Means Something; In The Wild, It Just Exists.

Cynicism Is Full Of Naive Disappointments.

Dignity Takes Alarm At The Unexpected Sound Of Laughter.