Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded Feelings.

Every House We Have Lived In, Every Building To Which Our Hands Have Lent Their Work, Belongs To Us By Virtue Of Love Or Of Regret.

Porches Are America's Lost Rooms.

There Are Places One Comes Home To That One Has Never Been To.

There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Illness Is Regarded As A Crime, And Crime Is Regarded As Illness.