Nature often seems like an idea that has had its day.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
Unlike life, when books become meaningless, they are making a point.
Money is to my social existence what health is to my body.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
I obey my own commands about as often as others do.