Talk shows are proof that conversation is dead.

To learn a vocation, you also have to learn the frauds it practices and the promises it breaks.

The time I kill is killing me.

Pain pays no attention to moans or excuses.

I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.

Every lover's lament has an element of boasting.

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.