The middles cleave to euphemisms not just because they're an aid in avoiding facts. They like them also because they assist their social yearnings towards pomposity. This is possible because most euphemisms permit the speaker to multiply syllables, and the middle class confuses sheer numerousness with weight and value.

Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.

I am working on a book urging the beating to death of baby whales using the dead bodies of baby seals.

Anyone telling about his travels must be a liar, . . . for if a traveler doesn't visit his narrative with the spirit and techniques of fiction, no one will want to hear it.

If we do not redefine manhood, war is inevitable.

The more violent the body contact of the sports you watch, the lower the class.

If truth is the main casualty in war, ambiguity is another.