What Molds Us Is What Maims Us.

I Normally Can't Stand Vice-free People. They Conflate A Narcissistic Instinct For Self-preservation With Moral Superiority. Plus, They Suck The Life Right Out Of A Party.

That's The Thing About Being A Victim; You Start To Think It'll Happen To You On A Regular Basis. It's Living With The Reality Of Your Own Vulnerability, And It Sucks.

The Ornament Of Beauty, Shakespeare Wrote, Is Suspect. And He Was Right. But Beauty Itself, Unadorned And Unaffected, Is Sacred, I Think, Worthy Of Our Awe And Our Loyalty.

You've Learned That Every Good Lie Is Threaded With Truth And Every Accepted Truth Leaks Lies.

Don't Get Me Wrong, I Love Literary Fiction. It's Faux Literary Fiction I Can't Stand.