I cannot smell mothballs because it's so difficult to get their little legs apart.

I like a woman with a head on her shoulders. I hate necks.

So, while fitting in, she was like a wicked detail standing out against a placid background.

...a young man, Jamaican, perhaps, his head circled in a scarf with sunbleached dreadlocks on piled on top, looking like a plate of soft-shell crabs.

Lots of women are getting involved. They're not satisfied just being passengers anymore.

Art as an aesthetic principle was supported by thousands of years of discernment and psychic rewards, but art as a commodity was held up by air. The loss of confidence that affected banks and financial instruments was not affecting cherubs, cupids and flattened popes. The objects hadn't changed: what was there before was there after. But a vacancy was created with the clamoring crowds deserted and retrenched.

All of life’s riddles are answered in the movies.