silence is the most intolerable of answers.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

William Blake really is important my cornerstone. Nobody ever told me before he did that childhood was such a damned serious business.

The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.

When I tried to hit puberty I swung and I missed.

Critics are entitled to have an opinion, but how can they judge how comfortable a building is? No critic is smart enough to judge how a building will perform over time.

Japanese gamers aren't really into action games right now. They're into role-playing or strategy games with a lot of stats, but action titles are still really popular across the US and Europe.

No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami.

To live creatively free, do what you know how to do now, then 'act as if' you know how to do the rest.

Those who live by electronics die by electronics. Sic semper tyrannis.

"Stop Already" is a fairly new poem in a group that was just published by Feminist Studies, which is why I sent them to you.

Now, two years have passed and the situation is completely different: no one wants to organise this match.