Always clamping down on excitement is not self-control but fear.
Alzheimer's usually comes later than AIDS, but I decline to call that progress.
I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
There is a line between a definite maybe and an indefinite yes.
I feel that I have something significant to say, but I cannot think what it is.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.