That Is What We Do. That Is

Silly Humans. Banging On A Tub To Make A Bear Dance When We Would Move The Stars To Pity.

She Is Not A Writer At All, Really; She Is Merely A Gifted Eccentric.

All Over China, Parents Tell Their Children To Stop Complaining And To Finish Their Quadratic Equations And Trigonometric Functions Because There Are Sixty-five Million American Kids Going To Bed With No Math At All.

If She Were Religious, She Would Call It The Soul. It Is More Than The Sum Of Her Intellect And Her Emotions, More Than The Sum Of Her Experiences, Though It Runs Like Veins Of Brilliant Metal Through All Three. It Is An Inner Faculty That Recognizes The Animating Mysteries Of The World Because It Is Made Of The Same Substance

I Have No Useful Theories About Love And Marriage.