Intellect Alone Is A Dry And Rattling

I've Got A Heart Like A College Prom. Each One I Dance With Seems The Best Of All.

Love At A Distance May Be Poignant; It Is Also Idealized. Contact, More Than Separation, Is The Test Of Attachment.

All The Humiliating, Tragicomic, Heartbreaking Things Happened To Me In My Girlhood, And Nothing Makes Me Happier Than To Realize I Cannot Possibly Relive My Youth.

Everything You Experience Is What Constitutes You As A Human Being, But The Experience Passes Away And The Person's Left. The Person Is The Residue.

To Me Travel Is Triple Delight: Anticipation, Performance, And Recollection.