Romance Is Tempestuous. Love Is Calm.

Deconstruction: Peering Suspiciously At The Text, I Wait For It To Make A Slip And Betray Itself.

Humor Does Not Rescue Us From Unhappiness, But Enables Us To Move Back From It A Little.

After Ages Of Bombast, The Rhetoric Of Virtue Has Become Ironic And Shy.

For Many, Immaturity Is An Ideal, Not A Defect.

Unlike Life, When Books Become Meaningless, They Are Making A Point.