Men and women, women and men. It will never work.
Whenever I go anywhere but Italy for a vacation, I always feel vaguely disappointed, as if I have made a mistake.
In loving life you love what can't survive.
Writers are always at the edge of the inferno, and the fire is licking at our toes. Luckily, this turns us on!
Solitude is considered un-American.
what was time but a convention, a habit of mind, a custom of dress?