Insanity Is A Lack Of

It's The Perpetually Unfinished Quality Of Housework That Makes It Oppressive - It Never Ends, Like Bad Psychoanalysis, Or A Dream Interrupted. It Is Paradoxically True That It Is Exactly This Daily Re-creation Of The World That Lends Housekeeping Its Nobility And Romance.

My Mother Was My First Jealous Lover.

Collecting Is Like Sex; Satisfaction Renews And Creates New Appetites.

There Is Something Worse Than Dying, And That Is Humiliation - At Least So It Seemed To Me.

The Islands Of Italy Combine All The Elements - Fire, Water, Earth, And Air - And That Is Irresistible.