Fear of my cruel impulses makes me kind.

Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.

Reading a great book causes jolts and frights.

Even boredom has its crises.

Machismo makes no provision for preparing lunch, doing the laundry, or minding the baby.

The language of pornography is abusive, that of romance adoring. Both are addressed to a fetish.

Imprudence relies on luck, prudence on method. That gives prudence less edge than it expects.