The imaginary audience for my life is growing small and silent.

Sexual attraction keeps throwing self-interest off course.

Curiosity, easily frightened, takes refuge in puzzles, murder mysteries, and spectator sports.

Malice is always authentic and sincere.

We express disappointment in everything except ourselves.

I am too impatient to wait for temptation to come to me.

Great talkers do not stop for breath, and never look at the clock.