Porches Are America's Lost Rooms.

Food Is My Drug Of Choice.

There Are Places One Comes Home To That One Has Never Been To.

Kindness And Intelligence Don't Always Deliver Us From The Pitfalls And Traps: There Are Always Failures Of Love, Of Will, Of Imagination. There Is No Way To Take The Danger Out Of Human Relationships.

To Surrender One's Vulnerable Body To Water Has Always Seemed To Me A Limpid Act Of Will That Has No Coutnerpart Or Equal, Unless It Is Sex.

It's Perfectly Possible To Hate One's Fat And To Love One's Body At The Same Time.