What an electric heater perched upon the rim of the bathtub of the world that dead Jesus was.

And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.

How we shape our understanding of others' lives is determined by what we find memorable in them, and that in turn is determined not by any potentially accurate overview of another's personality but rather by the tension and balance that exist in our daily relationships.

Leave it to a naive world-saver like you to view our love as a Sacred Cause when in actual fact all it was was some barking at the moon.

Should you fail to pilot your own ship, don't be surprised at what inappropriate port you find yourself docked.

People write memoirs because they lack the imagination to make things up.

There is a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like a part of the act.