Each Life Makes Its Own Immitation Of

When You're Five And You Hurt, You Make A Big Noise In The World. At Ten You Whimper. But By The Time You Make Fifteen You Begin To Eat The Poisoned Apples That Grow On Your Own Inner Tree Of Pain.

The Color White Is The Absence Of Memory.

I Think That's What People Most Always Do With The Stuff They Can't Make Out - Just Forget It.

Some Things It Don't Pay To Be Curious About.

Writing Is Seduction. Good Talk Is Part Of Seduction. If Not So, Why Do So Many Couples Who Start The Evening At Dinner Wind Up In Bed?