Children Hold Us Hostage; They Represent Our

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.

Women's Propensity To Share Confidences Is Universal. We Confirm Our Reality By Sharing.

Great Unhappiness Is Incompatible With The Belief That It Will Ever End.

We Are All Proprietary Toward Cities We Love. 'ah, You Should Have Seen Her When I Loved Her!' We Say, Reciting Glories Since Faded Or Defiled, Trusting Her To No One Else; That Others Should Know And Love Her In Her Present Fallen State (for She Must Fall Without Our Vigilant Love) Is A Species Of Betrayal.

Nothing Is More Democratic, Less Judgmental, Than Water. Water Doesn't Care Whether Flesh Is Withered Or Fresh; It Caresses Aged Flesh And Firm Flesh With Equal Love.