New York has an electronic heart.
One may gain one truth at the expense of another.
We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
You live out the confusions until they become clear.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.