Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

I keep attacking the villains, the know-nothings, the people who want to take our freedoms away.

Our stock in trade is raw, flailing sex.

I am not a prisoner of my sexuality like men younger than myself although I write about being a prisoner.

Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.

In reality there is no cause or effect, there is only the indifference of the universe.

If you cannot work on the marriage or the women is a moron, staying married and cheating makes the most sense because divorce is disruptive to the family life and your bank account.