Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.

I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.

The tragic hero prefers death to prudence. The comedian prefers playing tricks to winning. Only the villain really plays to win.

Bad faith makes the most of every ambiguity.

Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.

Living alone is good for privacy, bad for full-scale cooking and moving heavy furniture.

Innocence is thought charming because it offers delightful possibilities for exploitation.