Birth dates and bathroom scales tell more truth than I want to know.

Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.

Living alone is good for privacy, bad for full-scale cooking and moving heavy furniture.

If you belong to the underclass, you are already guilty.

The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.

After an argument, silence may mean acceptance or the continuation of resistance by other means.

The depressed fall back exhausted from every undertaking.