A Broken Heart Is Never

Is Not This World An Illusion? And Yet It Fools Everybody.

Love Is Desire Sustained By Unfulfilment.

What Would The Daughters Of The Rich Do With Themselves If The Poor Ceased To Exist?

There Is A Striking Resemblance Between The Act Of Love And The Ministrations Of A Torturer.

What Do You See When You See Me?' She Asked Him, Burying Her Own Face In His Bosom. 'do You Want The Truth?' She Nodded. 'the Firing Squad.' 'that's Not The Whole Truth. Try Again.' 'insatiability,' He Said With Some Bitterness. 'that's Oblique But Altogether Too Simple. Once More,' She Insisted. 'one More Time.' He Was Silent For Several Minutes. 'the Map Of A Country In Which I Only Exist By Virtue Of The Extravagance Of My Metaphors.' 'now You're Being Too Sophisticated. And, Besides, What Metaphors Do We Have In Common?