New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
Sex and writing live on playful cruelties.
My mentors grow old and foolish. I am afraid.
Envy awakens at the sound of a distant laugh.
A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.