In the theater of confusion, knowing the location of the exits is what counts.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Old age likes indecency. It's a sign of life.

When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.

Sometimes "Yes" is rhetoric enough.

Boredom is the only sure cure for neurosis.

People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.