Art Chooses Its Constraints.

Contempt For Others, Like Masturbation, Is Best As A Secret Pleasure.

In New York, Pretending To Be Above The Struggle Means No Seat On The Bus And A Table Next To The Kitchen.

An Ardent Lover Often Makes A Cold Friend.

Joy Goes As Deep As Sorrow, But Leaves Less Of Itself Behind.

Since We Hate The Same People, We Should Be Friends.