Drunks do not have friends, but accomplices.
The imaginary audience for my life is growing small and silent.
Seek and Hide: the Lover gazes at the Beloved. The Beloved looks away. The Beloved turns and looks at the Lover. The Lover runs away.
We often mistake the original part of ourselves for a weakness.
Beauty is lyrical. Ugliness is elegiac.
The power of lying is much less than the power of what is not to be discussed.