A dense undergrowth of extension cords sustains my upper world of lights, music, and machines of comfort.
Readers transform a library from a mausoleum into many theaters.
Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.
Skepticism may undermine beliefs, but never belief.
The real secrets are not the ones I tell.
Your vanity and my vanity will never be friends.