There Are No Inanimate Objects.

One Feels A Quickening Of The Pulse When One Crosses A Border.

Every House We Have Lived In, Every Building To Which Our Hands Have Lent Their Work, Belongs To Us By Virtue Of Love Or Of Regret.

The Dream Police Will Not Let Me Have Sexual Fantasies.

How Do You Think It Would Feel To Be Obliged To Ask For A Seat-belt Extender On An Airplane? For The Unfashionably Bulgy, Life Is A Series Of Small Humiliations.

The Real Reason Women Fall In Love Abroad Is Not That They Are Free Of Domestic Inhibitions But That They Translate Their Love Of Stone And Place Into Love Of Flesh. ... Is This True?