I Create My Social Existence By Earning

Only Death Goes Deeper Than Sex.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

Boredom Is The Only Sure Cure For Neurosis.

The Desire To Create Literature Leads To Frights, Grunts, And Coy Looks.

Discontented Women Dream Of Being Rescued By Prince Charming. Discontented Men Dream Of Finding A Horny Blond In The Back Seat Ofa Taxi.