Nothing Moves A Woman So

If We Were To Judge Nature By Common Sense Or Likelihood, We Wouldn't Believe The World Existed.

Art Is Like An Ill-trained Labrador Retriever That Drags You Out Into Traffic.

I Work Mornings Only. I Go Out To Lunch. Afternoons I Play With The Baby, Walk With My Husband, Or Shovel Mail.

Self-consciousness Is The Curse Of The City And All That Sophistication Implies.

Why Do You Never Find Anything Written About That Idiosyncratic Thought You Advert To, About Your Fascination With Something No One Else Understands? Because It Is Up To You. There Is Something You Find Interesting, For A Reason Hard To Explain. It Is Hard To Explain Because You Have Never Read It On Any Page; There You Begin. You Were Made And Set Here To Give Voice To This, Your Own Astonishment.