What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?

Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.

Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

ordered me a sky from a florist

If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?

Anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but is not compatible with innocence.

And, oh God, in my misspent youth as a housewife, I, too, used to bake bread, in those hectic and desolating days just prior to the woman's movement, when middle-class women were supposed to be wonderful wives and mothers, gracious hostesses.... I used to feel so womanly when I was baking my filthy bread.