Why Is It That No Other Species

We Love Those Who Know The Worst Of Us And Don't Turn Their Face Away.

I Had Discovered That A Person Does Not Have To Be This Or Be That Or Be Anything, Not Even Oneself. One Is Free.

Small Disconnected Facts, If You Take Note Of Them, Have A Way Of Becoming Connected.

I Sometimes Think Novelists Write About Sex In Order To Avoid Boring Themselves To Death.

Other People, So I Have Read, Treasure Memorable Moments In Their Lives: The Time One Climbed The Parthenon At Sunrise, The Summer Night One Met A Lonely Girl In Central Park And Achieved With Her A Sweet And Natural Relationship, As They Say In Books. I Too Once Met A Girl In Central Park, But It Is Not Much To Remember. What I Remember Is The Time John Wayne Killed Three Men With A Carbine As He Was Falling To The Dusty Street In Stagecoach, And The Time The Kitten Found Orson Welles In The Doorway In The Third Man.