Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.

The aphorism wants to be at the same time both main line and off beat.

Your need to talk does not create in me a need to listen.

Strict rules of evidence would destroy psychoanalysis and literary criticism.

Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.

I pursue pleasure, but stingily, suspiciously.

My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.