We often disguise our reflexes as deliberate actions.
If I want my time wasted, I'll waste it myself.
The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.
Modern literature seduces with insults, riddles, and inside stories.
A sentimental aphorism is even more a surprise than a hard- boiled sonnet.
I win on my merits; my opponents win by cheating.