While we allow the inhabitants of imaginary remote corners the authenticity of savages or sufferers, we rarely suppose them to possess the authenticity of complex, sophisticated perceptions.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation.

While we allow the inhabitants of imaginary remote corners the authenticity of savages or sufferers, we rarely suppose them to possess the authenticity of complex, sophisticated perceptions.

The authentic is almost never found by being pursued; but there is no missing it when you are in its presence.

Anger can be borne - it can even be satisfying - if it can gather into words and explode in a storm, or a rapier-sharp attack. But without these means of ventilation, it only turns back inward, building and swirling like a head of stream - building to an impotent, murderous rage.

Why look any further if you've discovered complete satisfaction.