Not even self-love can always be counted on for support.
With age, I have become both more pious and more shameless.
The pointless ferocities of intellectual life shock businessmen, who kill only to eat.
I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.
Yearning wants mostly to perpetuate itself.
Sex is not imaginary, but it is not quite real either.