Our Life-style Contains More Thanatos Than Eros,

Love, Love, Love – All The Wretched Cant Of It, Masking Egotism, Lust, Masochism, Fantasy Under A Mythology Of Sentimental Postures, A Welter Of Self-induced Miseries And Joys, Blinding And Masking The Essential Personalities In The Frozen Gestures Of Courtship, In The Kissing And The Dating And The Desire, The Compliments And The Quarrels Which Vivify Its Barrenness.

I Think That Testosterone Is A Rare Poison.

Reading Was My First Solitary Vice (and Led To All Others). I Read While I Ate, I Read In The Loo, I Read In The Bath. When I Was Supposed To Be Sleeping, I Was Reading.

Lovers Who Are Free To Go When They Are Restless Always Come Back; Lovers Who Are Free To Change Remain Interesting. The Bitter Animosity And Obscenity Of Divorce Is Unknown Where Individuals Have Not Become Siamese Twins.

The Few Men Who Do A Hand's Turn Around The House Expect Gratitude And Recognition, So Sure Are They That, Though It Is Their Dirt, It Is Not Their Job.