Inside The Peach, There Is A Stone.

Gardening Is Not A Rational Act. What Matters Is The Immersion Of The Hands In The Earth, That Ancient Ceremony Of Which The Pope Kissingthe Tarmac Is Merely A Pallid Vestigial Remnant.

Maybe That's What Love Is, I Thought: It's Being Pissed Off.

Under The Old System - Which Is Now So Archaic That A Lot Of People Can't Remember It - If You Wanted Money You Had To Go To The Bank And Take The Money Out In Cash Form, And You Couldn't Take Out Money That You Didn't Have. But With The Credit Card You Can Spend Money You Don't Have, And That Is Just So Tempting.

I Would Rather Dance As A Ballerina, Though Faultily, Than As A Flawless Clown.

Amazing How The Heart Clutches At Anything Familiar, Whimpering Mine!mine!