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

Blonds look angelic, but can (oh, happy!) be fleshy as well.

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

Critics are more committed to the rules of art than artists are.

I create my social existence by earning and spending.

Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.

Intelligence makes sincerity difficult.