The writer is always courted by invitations from the all-too- familiar.

A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street.

I deplore my shortcomings, but plan to keep them.

When I go out, I hope to leave the worst of myself at home.

Many have never felt strong, but everyone knows what it is to feel weak.

Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.

Of course I want to be good, but that may not be to your advantage.