Food Is My Drug Of Choice.

In The Face Of Evil, Detachment Is A Dubious Virtue.

We Are All Proprietary Toward Cities We Love. 'ah, You Should Have Seen Her When I Loved Her!' We Say, Reciting Glories Since Faded Or Defiled, Trusting Her To No One Else; That Others Should Know And Love Her In Her Present Fallen State (for She Must Fall Without Our Vigilant Love) Is A Species Of Betrayal.

The Best Work Is A Fusion Of Love And Praise.

Nothing Is More Democratic, Less Judgmental, Than Water. Water Doesn't Care Whether Flesh Is Withered Or Fresh; It Caresses Aged Flesh And Firm Flesh With Equal Love.

To Surrender One's Vulnerable Body To Water Has Always Seemed To Me A Limpid Act Of Will That Has No Coutnerpart Or Equal, Unless It Is Sex.