One Feels A Quickening Of

In The Face Of Evil, Detachment Is A Dubious Virtue.

One Feels A Quickening Of The Pulse When One Crosses A Border.

Desire Creates Its Own Object.

There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Fantasies Are More Than Substitutes For Unpleasant Reality; They Are Also Dress Rehearsals, Plans. All Acts Performed In The World Begin In The Imagination.