The truth is most women are weak, be they mortal or immortal. But when they are strong, they are absolutely unpredictable.

I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you.

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.

The NRA disgraced itself this morning with a self-serving press event in which they demonized the media and the entertainment industry for gun violence in America, and advocated a national data base for all mentally ill persons. They apparently want armed guards in all American schools, and it seems, armed volunteers as well. Shocking.

In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.

I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?