A Lie Hides The Truth.

Labels Not Only Free Us From The Obligation To Think Creatively; They Numb Our Sensibilities, Our Power To Feel. During The Vietnam War, The Phrase Body Count Entered Our Vocabulary. It Is An Ambiguous Phrase, Inorganic, Even Faintly Sporty. It Distanced Us From The Painful Reality Of Corpses, Of Dead, Mutilated People.

I Like To Cook; It Is, For Me, A Happy Combination Of Mindlessness And Purpose.

Families Hold Each Other In An Iron Grip Of Definition. One Must Break The Grip, Somehow.

And What Movies We Saw! All The Actors And Actresses Whose Photographs I Collected, With Their Look Of Eternity! Their Radiance, Their Eyes, Their Faces, Their Voices, The Suavity Of Their Movements! Their Clothes! Even In Prison Movies, The Stars Shone In Their Prison Clothes As If Tailors Had Accompanied Them In Their Downfall.

My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I Felt It Quivering, Spitting Out Broken Teeth.