To Succeed, Find The Right Rut And

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.

When I Try To Portray To Myself My Heart's Desire, Nothing Happens.

Imagination Has Rules, But We Can Only Guess What They Are.

It Is Hard To Speak Of Sex Without Being Clinical, Brutal, Or Romantic.

We Often Disguise Our Reflexes As Deliberate Actions.