A Certain Bohemian, Good-witch Sort Of Charm

What She Wants To Say Has To Do Not Only With Joy But With The Penetrating, Constant Fear That Is Joy's Other Half.

I Just Don't Feel Much Interested In The Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous.

There Is Still That Singular Perfection, And It's Perfect In Part Because It Seemed, At The Time, So Clearly To Promise More.

The Lives Great Artists Live And The Books They Write Are Two Very Different Things.

Perhaps, In The Extravagance Of Youth, We Give Away Our Devotions Easily And All But Arbitrarily, On The Mistaken Assumption That We’ll Always Have More To Give.