Toast Is Me. I Am Toast.

Literature Is Not Only A Mirror; It Is A Map, A Geography Of The Mind.

Why Are We Designed To See The World As Supremely Beautiful Just As We're About To Be Snuffed? Do Rabbits Feel The Same As The Fox Teeth Bite Down On Their Necks? Is It Mercy?

You Might 'write From The Heart,' But You'd Better Polish With Your Brain.

You Can't Keep A Cool Head When You're Drowning In Love. You Just Trash Around A Lot And Scream, And Wear Yourself Out.

Why Do Men Feel Threatened By Women?