Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.
Technique bridges among ideas, and sometimes generates them.
A successful restaurant makes everything in it, including the patrons, seem a little better than they are.
Beauty and virtue: the most kissable ass in the world is no guarantee of good intentions.
Of course I want to be good, but that may not be to your advantage.
The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.