A Language Is Everything You Do.

The Myth That Everyone Once Read Great Literature Is Just A Myth.

All Fat Women Look The Same; They All Look 42.

I Think Of Bad News As A Huge Bird, With The Wings Of A Crow And The Face Of My Grade Four School Teacher, Sparse Bun, Rancid Teeth, Wrinkly Frown, Pursed Mouth And All, Sailing Around The World Under Cover Of Darkness Pleased To Be The Bearer Of Ill Tidings, Carrying A Basket Of Rotten Eggs, And Knowing- As The Sun Comes Up- Exactly Where To Drop Them. On Me, For One.

Whatever Is Silenced Will Clamor To Be Heard, Though Silently.

Friendship Was Always Contingent.