The Big Cities Of America Are Becoming

Beware Of Men Who Cry. It's True That Men Who Cry Are Sensitive To And In Touch With Feelings, But The Only Feelings They Tend To Be Sensitive To And In Touch With Are Their Own.

There Is Something Called The Rapture Of The Deep, And It Refers To What Happens When A Deep-sea Diver Spends Too Much Time At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Can't Tell Which Way Is Up. When He Surfaces, He's Liable To Have A Condition Called The Bends, Where The Body Can't Adapt To The Oxygen Levels In The Atmosphere. All Of This Happens To Me When I Surface From A Great Book.

When Something Like This Happens, You Suddenly Have No Sense Of Reality At All. You Have Lost A Piece Of Your Past. The Infidelity Itself Is Small Potatoes Compared To The Low-level Brain Damage That Results When A Whole Chunk Of Your Life Turns Out To Have Been Completely Different From What You Thought It Was. It Becomes Impossible To Look Back At Anything That's Happened ... Without Wondering What Was Really Going On.

I Am Not A New Journalist, Whatever That Is. I Just Sit Here At The Typewriter And Bang Away At The Old Forms.

If Sigmund Freud Had Watched Phil Donahue He Would Never Have Wondered What Women Want.