Truth is a troublesome motherfucker unless it's handled properly

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woefully small targets.

We all become what we pretend to be.

All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.

I decided to dub the room with the good chairs my lutery. Or perhaps my performatory. I would need a while to come up with something suitably pretentious.

Good lord woman. If i had tits like yours I'd own half the world by now.