Man invented the gods. Then the gods went off on their own, but not far.
My father was a patriarch inside a matriarchy, but never knew it.
Revenge is sweet but not nourishing.
Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.
Suspense combines curiosity with fear and pulls them up a rising slope.
The best propaganda omits rather than invents