Analytically speaking, Sigmund Freud talked out of his arse
Royal blood isn't blue, it is a jaundiced shade of red and riddled with broken chromosomes
Entertainment alleviates the fear of life, but art vanquishes the fear of death
We have an infinite capacity for self interest, yet the infinite has absolutely no interest in us
We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.
The Plutocracy's insatiable hunger for pixelated information is enough to put a bulimic Pac-Man to shame