The limits of prudence: one cannot jump out of a burning building gradually.
I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.
Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here?
Living too long exacts a painful price.
New York loves itself in an unkind and fanatical way.
Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment we rise above ourselves.