The imaginary audience for my life is growing small and silent.
Moderation in all things is best, but it's pretty hard to get excited about it.
The psychiatrist's office: the only place I can be sure my story will be treated as sad, but interesting.
Laughter and tears may not persuade, but they cannot be refuted.
Rereading, we find a new book.
Promiscuity: optimism, free enterprise, mobility--the American Dream.