Not Many People Can Boast A Photo

Your Thin White Face, Chérie; He Said, As If He Saw It For The First Time. Your Thin White Face, With Its Promise Of Debauchery Only A Connoisseur Could Detect.

Comedy Is Tragedy That Happens To Other People.

We Do Not Go To Bed In Single Pairs; Even If We Choose Not To Refer To Them, We Still Drag There With Us The Cultural Impedimenta Of Our Social Class, Our Parents' Lives, Our Bank Balances, Our Sexual And Emotional Expectations, Our Whole Biographies-all The Bits And Pieces Of Our Unique Existences.

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

There Was A House We All Had In Common And It Was Called The Past, Even Though We'd Lived In Different Rooms.