Romance Is Tempestuous. Love Is Calm.

Reading Gives You Some Place To Go When You Have To Stay Where You Are.

Deconstruction Glorifies The Critic, Humiliates The Author, And Makes The Reader Wonder Why He Bothered.

Most Self-laceration Is More Noisy Than Painful.

Death Is Hacking Away At My Address Book And Party Lists.

Even Cats Grow Lonely And Anxious.