I Alternate Between Reading Cook Books And

Sex Is Not Imaginary, But It Is Not Quite Real Either.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

Every Time I Change The Way I Explain Myself To Myself, I Have To Rearrange The Story Of My Life.

Malice Is Always Authentic And Sincere.

When Appearance And Reality Coincide, Philosophy And Literary Criticism Find Themselves With Nothing To Say.