Memory is imagination pinned down.
What I eat turns into my body. What I read turns into my mind.
An illicit love affair seems sweetly old-fashioned in the age of one night stands and orgies.
Satire is born of the cities it denounces.
My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.
Good manners protect the privileged, but leave the unprivileged more vulnerable.