Faint equivalents can sometimes be found ... . Or it can be rendered obliquely-an adolescent's mental image of his or her parents making love, which must be something on the order of crocodiles mating.

The privileged classes can afford psychoanalysis and whiskey. Whereas all we get is sermons and sour wine. This is manifestly unfair. I protest, silently.

Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.

We are what we have been told about ourselves. We are the sum of the messages we have received. The true messages. The false messages.

Goals incapable of attainment have driven many a man to despair, but despair is easier to get to than that -- one need merely look out of the window, for example.

Write about what you're afraid of.