Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others,

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.

Professors Of Classics - Not Even A Professor Of English - Professors Of Classics, They're Something Sacred; It's Almost Like Being A Priest.

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.

He Had Then Warned His Daughter Not To Violate The Eleventh Commandment. "which One Is That?" I Asked Her. "do Not Bullshit Thy Father," She Said.

Love Means Not Ever Having To Say You're Sorry.