Commitments, Not Feelings, Hold Life Together.

Avant-garde Art Jousts With Propriety, But Takes Care Never To Unseat It.

In Love, We Worry More About The Meaning Of Silences Than The Meaning Of Words.

The Absolute Has Moved Into The Fortress Of The Absurd.

When Love Ends, The Beloved Is No Longer Standing On A Pedestal, But In A Hole.

In Adding Up Her Assets, The Ambitious Lady Calculated The Worth Of Her Beautiful Body As Coldly As Everything Else.