Errors are more numerous than truths, but fortunately too divided among themselves to take power.
In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.
Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.
A critic who uses new quotations is making important changes.
The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.