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Sometimes I Can't Figure Designers Out. It's As If They Flunked Human Anatomy.

Once You See The Drivers In Indonesia You Understand Why Religion Plays Such A Part In Their Lives.

The Family. We Are A Strange Little Band Of Characters Trudging Through Life Sharing Diseases And Toothpaste, Coveting One Another's Desserts, Hiding Shampoo, Borrowing Money, Locking Each Other Out Of Our Rooms. . . And Trying To Figure Out The Common Thread That Bound Us All Together.

I Have A Hat. It Is Graceful And Feminine And Give Me A Certain Dignity, As If I Were Attending A State Funeral Or Something. Someday I May Get Up Enough Courage To Wear It, Instead Of Carrying It.

If God Had Meant Us To Walk Around Naked, He Would Never Have Invented The Wicker Chair.