Children now expect their parents to audition for approval.

If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.

Desire is wakeful; satisfaction dozes.

Even alone we go on justifying ourselves.

I am only interested in money because everyone else is.

After a moment of shrinking back, we domesticate the grotesque.

Striving toward a goal puts a more pleasing construction on our advance toward death.