You Know How Cats Do.

Let Me Tell You About My Day. I Get Up At 8 O'clock In The Morning. At 8:30 Am, I Leave The House And I Arrive At My Office At 8:37. I Stay In The Office Until 2 O'clock In The Afternoon. I Get In My Porsche And I'm Home At 2:03 Because The One-way Streets Make It Faster For Me To Drive. And Between 8:36 Am And 2 Pm, I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

Hannibal At Eighteen Was Rooting For Mephistopheles And Contemptuous Of Faust, But He Only Half-listened To The Climax. He Was Watching And Breathing Lady Murasaki...

Funerals Often Make Us Want Sex-it's One In The Eye For Death.

And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The Power To Remind Us That The Past Was Real.