Adrenalin dispels boredom. Run, you sufferers from ennui! Run for your lives!
I can neither return your love nor dismiss it.
The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.
Beggars beg to get money, not to reproach the passerby.
Love Songs Now: Fewer broken hearts, more sexual misery.
At sixty, I would like to give my future back its vistas of uncertainty.