In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.
My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
Other people's beliefs may be myths, but not mine.
When you feel protective toward your parents, you have become an adult.
The hysterical find too much significance in things. The depressed find too little.
No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime.