What A Joy It Is To Dance

Cities Have Sexes: London Is A Man, Paris A Woman, And New York A Well-adjusted Transsexual.

A Book Is Simply The Container Of An Idea-like A Bottle; What Is Inside The Book Is What Matters.

In A World Where Women Are Commodities, A Woman Who Refuses To Sell Herself Will Have The Thing She Refuses To Sell Taken Away From Her By Force

Midnight, And The Clock Strikes. It Is Christmas Day, The Werewolves Birthday, The Door Of The Solstice Still Wide Enough Open To Let Them All Slink Through.

Hope For The Best, Expect The Worst.