Tourists moved over the piazza like drugged insects on a painted plate.

How is the newcomer to deal with Rome? What is one to make of this marble rubble, this milk of wolves, this blood of Caesars, this sunrise of Renaissance, this baroquery of blown stone, this warm hive of Italians, this antipasto of civilization?

trying to squash a rumor is like trying to unring a bell.

Ballet's image of perfection is fashioned amid a milieu of wracked bodies, fevered imaginations, Balkan intrigue and sulfurous hatreds where anything is likely, and dancers know it.

Mind and body are not to be taken lightly. Their connection is intimate and mysterious, and better mapped by poets than pornographers.

Rumor and gossip, like sound itself, appear to travel by wave-effect, sheer preposterosity being no barrier.

When two people marry they become in the eyes of the law one person, and that one person is the husband.