Is there a phrase in the English language more fraught with menace than a tax audit?

Eating is never so simple as hunger.

It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.

Nothing you write is ever lost to you. At some other level your mind is working on it.

beware the Lure of a handsome Face, the all too ready Assumption that the lovely Façade must needs have lovely Chambers within; for as 'tis with Great Houses, so, too, with Great Men.

Writers are doubters, compulsives, self-flagellants. The torture only stops for brief moments.

I know some good marriages-marriages where both people are just trying to get through their days by helping each other, being good to each other.