The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.
The aphorism: a platitude that swerves, or slides all the way around.
Our vices are attempts to combine self-medication and enjoyment.
In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words.
Every good time that goes on too long turns into a hell.
Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.