Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.

Are you pro- or anti-macassar?

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

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.

If there's anything I hate it's the word humorist-I feel like countering with the word seriousist.

I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability