Others Follow Patterns; We Alone Are Unpredictable.

Elegimos Aquellos Que Nos Gusta, Con Los Que Amamos, No Tenemos Voz En El Asunto.

Flesh Goes On Pleasuring Us, And Humiliating Us, Right To The End.

Confession Is Good For The Conscience, But It Usually Bypasses The Soul.

Most Of Our Diversions Do Not So Much Delay Death As Accustom Us To It.

When A Man Falls In Love, He Wants To Go To Bed. When A Woman Falls In Love, She Wants To Talk About It.