Writing about an idea frees me of it. Thinking about it is a circle of repetitions.
People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.
Reading gives you some place to go when you have to stay where you are.
The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.
Every few years something new breaks into the circle of my thoughts.
Pornography supplies the only really safe sex.