A man is called a traitor, or liberator. A rich man is a thief or philanthropist. Is one a crusader or ruthless invader? It's all in which label is able to persist.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

The storm dropped a house on her head.

The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.

While I pride myself on trying to be creative in all areas of my life, I have occasionally gone overboard, like the time I decided to bring to a party a salad that I constructed, on a huge rattan platter, to look like a miniature scale model of the Gardens of Babylon.

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.