Friends are sometimes boring, but enemies never.

Every few years something new breaks into the circle of my thoughts.

My father was a patriarch inside a matriarchy, but never knew it.

I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.

The neuroses parody the virtues.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

Orgies are an early form of what will someday become sex by committee.