We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.

Our minds are big enough to contemplate the cosmos but small enough to care about who wins an Oscar

The ego camouflages itself like a fox born and raised in a hen house. Its only worry is that you fail to notice its presence every so often and start acting without fear

Analytically speaking, Sigmund Freud talked out of his arse

Can the perpetrator of a "senseless" crime use transcendence as a defense?

The Plutocracy's insatiable hunger for pixelated information is enough to put a bulimic Pac-Man to shame

We can depend on nobody in this world, and sometimes we even betray ourselves.