Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking

My Mother Was My First Jealous Lover.

Persecution Always Acts As A Jell For Members Of Cults; It Proves To Them, In The Absence Of History, Liturgy, Tradition, And Doctrine, That They Are God's Chosen.

One Feels A Quickening Of The Pulse When One Crosses A Border.

Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief That It Will Ever End.

Every Generation Reinvents The Wheel - And In The Process It Often Adds To Rather Than Subtracts From A Woman's Burdens.