The Tranquility Of My Room Partakes Too

At The End Of Every Diet, The Path Curves Back To The Trough.

Mortality: Not Acquittal But A Series Of Postponements Is What We Hope For.

After Ages Of Bombast, The Rhetoric Of Virtue Has Become Ironic And Shy.

It Is Hard To Speak Of Sex Without Being Clinical, Brutal, Or Romantic.

My Young Friend Supposes His Ingenuousness Is Merely A Ruse.