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

When inspiration comes life is lived in the moment and peace descends. When inspiration leaves thoughts turn to violently killing time

The atheist suicide bomber is unfaithfully committed to his mission

The most visceral science fiction always takes place in the past and focuses on the humdrum

Analytically speaking, Sigmund Freud talked out of his arse

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

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