Unlike the ambiguity of life, the ambiguity of language does reach a limit.
All the powers of imagination combine in hypochondria.
Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.
I can neither return your love nor dismiss it.
Drugs bring us to to the gates of paradise, then keep us from entering.
I pursue pleasure, but stingily, suspiciously.