Time Spent With A Cat Is Never

I Have Found My Voice Again And The Art Of Using It.

There Are Days When Solitude, For Someone My Age, Is A Heady Wine That Intoxicates You With Freedom, Others When It Is A Bitter Tonic, And Still Others When It Is A Poison That Makes You Beat Your Head Against The Wall.

When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As If She Were Taking Off All Her Clothes.

The True Traveler Is He Who Goes On Foot, And Even Then, He Sits Down A Lot Of The Time.

Our Perfect Companions Never Have Fewer Than Four Feet.