Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.
The best hand always believes in playing by the rules.
Since we hate the same people, we should be friends.
Seek and Hide: the Lover gazes at the Beloved. The Beloved looks away. The Beloved turns and looks at the Lover. The Lover runs away.
Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.
The privacy of reading frees us to entertain the alien.