Power Makes Gods. Virtue Makes

Even In The Midst Of Love-making, Writers Are Working On The Description.

Every Day Begins With An Act Of Courage And Hope: Getting Out Of Bed.

The Family Is On Its Way Out; Couples Go Next; Then No More Keeping Cats Or Parrots.

The Past Goes Right On Pulling Me Apart, Though I Can Scarcely Remember The People Or The Issues.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.