To sleep is an act of faith.
the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.
To offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectuals -- and critics of the Women's Movement.
In memory Venice is always magic.
Porches are America's lost rooms.
it's perfectly possible to hate one's fat and to love one's body at the same time.