Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.
The New York action painters want their pictures to jump off the walls and chase you down the street.
When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.
The young are just as opinionated as the old, but have more exciting things to do than sit around airing their opinions all day.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.