I Haven't Changed Much, Over The Years.

For Hours, For Days, For Years, She Had Wandered Endlessly Within Herself But Never Met Anybody, Nobody.

In A Secular Age, An Authentic Miracle Must Purport To Be A Hoax, In Order To Gain Credit In The World.

Our Fingernails Match Our Toenails, Match Our Lipstick Match Our Rouge...the Habit Of Applying Warpaint Outlasts The Battle.

The Bed Is Now As Public As The Dinner Table And Governed By The Same Rules Of Formal Confrontation.

This Lack Of Imagination Gives His Heroism To The Hero.