Addicts Turn Their Pleasures Into Vengeful Gods.

A Laughing Lear Would Be Monstrous. Not So A Laughing Romeo And Juliet.

The Aphorism Is A Slippery Plaything.

Modernized By Tin Roofs And T-shirts, Third World Poverty Is No Longer Picturesque.

The Time I Kill Is Killing Me.

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