Aphorisms know the angles, but not the structure.
The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.
Popular culture is seductive; high culture is imperious.
When I get the point, I often don't know what to do with it.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
Lechery is secretive, but must finally reveal itself to at least one.