Hatred Of The Mother Is

Literary Criticism Now Is All Pranks And Polemics.

Cynicism Has Its Own Zealots.

My Young Friend Supposes His Ingenuousness Is Merely A Ruse.

Promiscuity Is Like Never Reading Past The First Page. Monogamy Is Like Reading The Same Book Over And Over.

All Anger Feels Like Righteous Anger; Sorrow Does Not Care Whether It Is Righteous Or Not.