Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded Feelings.

Sometimes I Think That Just Not Thinking Of Oneself Is A Form Of Prayer. . .

The Real Reason Women Fall In Love Abroad Is Not That They Are Free Of Domestic Inhibitions But That They Translate Their Love Of Stone And Place Into Love Of Flesh. ... Is This True?

One Feels A Quickening Of The Pulse When One Crosses A Border.

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

It's The Perpetually Unfinished Quality Of Housework That Makes It Oppressive - It Never Ends, Like Bad Psychoanalysis, Or A Dream Interrupted. It Is Paradoxically True That It Is Exactly This Daily Re-creation Of The World That Lends Housekeeping Its Nobility And Romance.