Luck always favors the comely.
A movie star is not an artist, he is an art object.
There is a limbo of the lost through which American males of a certain age and status almost inevitably must pass these days.
That common cold of the male psyche, fear of commitment.
The law of unintended consequences pushes us ceaselessly through the years, permitting no pause for perspective.
Memory is the personal journalism of the soul.