Promiscuity turns sex into a sport, like arm-wrestling.
The modernist writers found despair inspirational.
A moratorium on opportunities, please. I need to recover from the last one.
After I have said what is required by my vanity and my morality, I may find a moment for Truth.
Lonely people keep up a ceaseless flow of commentary on themselves.
The closeups of pornography make human genitals look like undiscovered prehistoric animals.