Show Me A Woman Who Doesn't Feel

What Is The Fatal Charm Of Italy? What Do We Find There That Can Be Found Nowhere Else? I Believe It Is A Certain Permission To Be Human, Which Other Places, Other Countries, Lost Long Ago.

We've Lost More Men To Homosexuality Than We Ever Did In Two World Wars.

Each Day That I Don't Write I Get More Fragmented.

We All Carry The Houses Of Our Youth Inside, And Our Parents, Too, Grown Small Enough To Fit Within Our Hearts.

It's Easier To Write About Pain Than About Joy. Joy Is Wordless.