To Become Aware Of The Possibility Of

We Love Those Who Know The Worst Of Us And Don't Turn Their Face Away.

Whenever I Feel Bad, I Go To The Library And Read Controversial Periodicals. Though I Do Not Know Whether I Am A Liberal Or A Conservative, I Am Nevertheless Enlivened By The Hatred Which One Bears The Other. In Fact, This Hatred Strikes Me As One Of The Few Signs Of Life Remaining In The World.

Maybe There Are Times When An Honest Hatred Serves Us Better Than Love Corrupted By Sentimentality, Meretriciousness, Sententiousness, Cuteness.

Home May Be Where The Heart Is But It's No Place To Spend Wednesday Afternoon.

My Mother Refused To Let Me Fail. So I Insisted.