Children enjoy inflicting pain until unhappiness teaches them tenderness.
Forgetting and remembering are governed by laws, but we cannot find out what they are.
After a moment of shrinking back, we domesticate the grotesque.
Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.
The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.
The price of telling your troubles is having to listen to advice.