Pessimists fear becoming the dupes of Hope. Optimists enjoy Hope's company, and consider being duped no great matter.
I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.
Beauty compels us; reason merely cajoles.
Sex and writing live on playful cruelties.
When I go out, I hope to leave the worst of myself at home.
As children, our protests availed little. As adults, the same.