Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.
When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion.
Cruelty is softened by fear, not pity.
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming.
The perfect pleasure: money is neither fattening nor immoral nor illegal.