Good Drama Should Sandpaper The Mind.

Rome's Riches Are In Too Immediate Juxtaposition. Under The Lid Of Awful August Heat, One Moves Dizzily From Church To Palace To Fountain To Ruin, A Single Fly At A Banquet, Not Knowing Where To Light.

The Metabolism Of A Consumer Society Requires It Continually To Eat And Excrete, Every Day Throwing Itself Away In Plastic Bags.

The Paradox Of Reality Is That No Image Is As Compelling As The One Which Exists Only In The Mind's Eye.

The Difficulty With Becoming A Patient Is That As Soon As You Get Horizontal, Part Of Your Being Yearns, Not For A Doctor, But For A Medicine Man.

The Law Changes And Flows Like Water, And . . . The Stream Of Women's Rights Law Has Become A Sudden Rushing Torrent.