To avoid taking responsibility, I become unresponsive but hang on until the other person leaves me.

Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.

Was there a little time between the invention of language and the coming of true and false?

Yearning wants mostly to perpetuate itself.

The present necessarily betrays the past.

Avant-garde art jousts with propriety, but takes care never to unseat it.

I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.