There Was A Time When We Expected

It Is One Of The Paradoxes Of American Literature That Our Writers Are Forever Looking Back With Love And Nostalgia At Lives They Couldn't Wait To Leave.

Paranoids Are The Only Ones Who Notice Things Anymore.

The Tension Between 'yes' And No', Between 'i Can' And 'i Cannot,' Makes Us Feel That, In So Many Instances, Human Life Is An Interminable Debate With One's Self.

For Years They Have Been Using The Role Of 'sex Object' As A Cover While They Spied Out The Land.

I Feel About Lending A Book The Way Most Fathers Feel About Their Daughters Living With A Man Out Of Wedlock.