Even alone we go on justifying ourselves.

Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.

Unlike the actual, the fictional explains itself.

At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.

Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.

The hero used to be the one in white. Now he is harder to spot.

Full of troubles, the mind is still the only Garden of Delight.