All Art Deals With The Absurd And

I Think Being A Woman Is Like Being Irish. Everyone Says You're Important And Nice, But You Take Second Place All The Same.

Nothing Is More Maddening Than Being Questioned By The Object Of One's Interest About The Object Of Hers, Should That Object Not Be You.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

... A Less Than Perfect Meddling In The Spiritual World Can Breed Monsters For Other People.