To many women mistake a man's hostility for wit and his silence for depth.

Except for cases that clearly involve a homicidal maniac, the police like to believe murders are committed by those we know and love, and most of the time they're right - a chilling thought when you sit down to dinner with a family of five. All those potential killers passing their plates.

Poise and indifference so often look the same.

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like twin orbiting stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.

God save us from the people who want to do what's best for us.

If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.

It is a truth of human nature that we can ponder life's mysteries for only so long before we lose interest and move on to something else.