Gossip is dying out because fewer and fewer people care to talk about anything besides themselves.

Death is hacking away at my address book and party lists.

My love grows wide and shallow in an effort to spread my losses.

Experience teaches us, but we scarcely know what.

Dreams surround our desires with ugliness and dread.

Profundity often goes past the issue to some deep but useless truth.

Even in the midst of love-making, writers are working on the description.