As A Youth, I Sought Out Decadence;

We Take Refuge In Illness And Then Are Trapped There.

Your Love For Me Is Founded In A Sentiment. My Love For You Is Founded In The Body. A Precarious Interchange.

Stated Clearly Enough, An Idea May Cancel Itself Out.

Vice Is A Dreary Business. And Virtue Is Not A Lot Of Fun, Either.

Families In Which Nothing Is Ever Discussed Usually Have A Lot Not To Discuss.