The Neuroses Parody The Virtues.

Literary Tradition Is Full Of Lies About Poverty-the Jolly Beggar, The Poor But Happy Milkmaid, The Wholesome Diet Of Porridge, Etc.

While There's Life, There's Fear.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

The Novelty We Want Is Always Close To The Familiar.

Ideas About Life Organize Perception; Names Of Emotions Organize Sensations; Rules Of Syntax Organize Thought. But Pain Comes On Its Own.