I Look Out The Window And I

I've Just Surfaced From Spending Several Days In A State Of Rapture: I Was Reading A Book... I Felt Alive And Engaged And Positively Brilliant, Bursting With Ideas, Brimming With Memories Of Other Books I've Loved.

So, Twice A Week, I Go To A Beauty Salon And Have My Hair Blown Dry. It’s Cheaper By Far Than Psychoanalysis, And Much More Uplifting.

Reading Is Everything. Reading Makes Me Feel Like I've Accomplished Something, Learned Something, Become A Better Person. Reading Makes Me Smarter. Reading Gives Me Something To Talk About Later On. Reading Is The Unbelievably Healthy Way My Attention Deficit Disorder Medicates Itself. Reading Is Escape, And The Opposite Of Escape; It's A Way To Make Contact With Reality After A Day Of Making Things Up, And It's A Way Of Making Contact With Someone Else's Imagination After A Day That's All Too Real. Reading Is Grist. Reading Is Bliss.

The Wonderbra Is Not A Step Forward For Women. Nothing That Hurts That Much Is A Step Forward For Women.

Insane People Are Always Sure They're Just Fine. It's Only The Sane People Who Are Willing To Admit They're Crazy.