Love Points The Way. Desire Is Its

Sunday, The Day For The Language Of Leisure.

Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.

Strictly Speaking, There Are No Holidays For Art; Art Pursues You Everywhere, And That's Just Fine With The Artist.

Women Age Early, And Their Mistake Is Not Knowing Where To Hide All The Time That Lies Behind Them So That No One Sees It. What Are They To Do, Devour It Like The Umbilical Cords Of Their Children? Hell And Damnation!

I Think Isolation Is One Of The Greatest Problems, An Ever-growing Obstacle To Political Solidarity.