Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.

We sometimes find truth, but more often it finds us.

Those who refuse to play second fiddle may wind up playing no fiddle at all.

The aphorist is a hit and run artist.

I dream of summing everything up in the greatest sentence ever written.

When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole.

The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.