Someone Watches Over Us When

My Life Looked Good On Paper - Where, In Fact, Almost All Of It Was Being Lived.

Only In Art Will The Lion Lie Down With The Lamb, And The Rose Grow Without Thorn.

They Did More Than Take Our Youth Away. They Also Took Away The Men We Were Going To Be.

I Am Easily Moved To Tears And Rarely Survive A Visit To The Cinema Without Shedding Them, Racked, As I Am, By The Most Perfunctory, Meretricious Or Even Callously Sentimental Attempts At Poignancy (something About The Exterior Of The Human Face, So Vast And Palpable, With The Eyes And The Lips: It Is All Writ Too Large For Me, Too Immediate For Me.)

Envy Never Comes To The Ball Dressed As Envy; It Comes Dressed As High Moral Standards Or Distaste For Materialism.