I would join Sisyphus in Hades and gladly push my boulder up the slope if only$$$ each time it rolled back down$$$ I were given a line of Aeschylus.

Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me: I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.

Success in life is to maintain this ecstasy$$$ to burn always with this hard gemlike flame.

Each move is dictated by the previous one--that is the meaning of order.

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.

What a fine persecution: to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened.

Sandra was fond of an old Russian saying: When a man causes you a problem$$$ remember: no man$$$ no problem.

God is no respecter of either persons or names - Dieu or Gott or Kyrie or Adonai or Wakantanka. He is the Great Spirit whose pity we ask.

Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.

As with all my new pets$$$ I gently bit each kitten on the face. This is how I let my animals know that I am now their mother.