There Are No Inanimate Objects.

It's The Perpetually Unfinished Quality Of Housework That Makes It Oppressive - It Never Ends, Like Bad Psychoanalysis, Or A Dream Interrupted. It Is Paradoxically True That It Is Exactly This Daily Re-creation Of The World That Lends Housekeeping Its Nobility And Romance.

The Dream Police Will Not Let Me Have Sexual Fantasies.

There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Porches Are America's Lost Rooms.

It's Perfectly Possible To Hate One's Fat And To Love One's Body At The Same Time.