It Doesn't Ever Occur To You, As

But Do You Know This Idea Of The Imaginary Homeland? Once You Set Out From Shore On Your Little Boat, Once You Embark, You'll Never Truly Be At Home Again. What You've Left Behind Exists Only In Your Memory, And Your Ideal Place Becomes Some Strange Imaginary Concoction Of All You've Left Behind At Every Stop.

Maybe That, Really, Is As Good A Definition As Any Of An Artist In The World: A Ruthless Person.

That's So Her. You Know, Torn Between Big Ideas And A Party. She's Always Been That Way.

If You’re Reading To Find Friends, You’re In Deep Trouble.

As My Wise Friend Didi Has More Than Once Observed About Life's Passages, Every Departure Entails An Arrival Elsewhere, Every Arrival Implies A Departure From Afar.