I answered my father's demands for sympathy with silence.

The question you're not supposed to ask is the important one.

I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.

Intuition is often mistaken, but not altogether.

Sophistication knows the score, but is powerless to change it.

The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.

In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.