We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

Rather than waste precious time arguing, I went up and started serving my "sentence" without delay. It was usually about an hour for epigrams; somewhat longer for a paradox.

The value of marriage is not that adults produce children but that children produce adults.

We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.

Celibacy is the worst form of self-abuse.

I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.