...beauty Is The Projection Of Ugliness And

When The Judge Calls The Criminal's Name Out He Stands Up, And They Are Immediately Linked By A Strange Biology That Makes Them Both Opposite And Complementary. The One Cannot Exist Without The Other. Which Is The Sun And Which Is The Shadow? It's Well Known Some Criminals Have Been Great Men.

The Despondency That Follows Makes Me Feel Somewhat Like A Shipwrecked Man Who Spies A Sail, Sees Himself Saved, And Suddenly Remembers That The Lens Of His Spyglass Has A Flaw, A Blurred Spot -- The Sail He Has Seen.

I'm Homosexual. How And Why Are Idle Questions. It's A Little Like Wanting To Know Why My Eyes Are Green.

One Can Hear All That's Going On In The Street. Which Means That From The Street One Can Hear What's Going On In This House.

A Great Wind Swept Over The Ghetto, Carrying Away Shame, Invisibility And Four Centuries Of Humiliation. But When The Wind Dropped People Saw It Had Been Only A Little Breeze, Friendly, Almost Gentle.