Rebuttals Never Alter Desire.

Ultimately, Blind Faith Is The Only Kind.

Hope, And Hopelessness, Persist Despite The Facts.

It Is Not Confused. We Are.

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

One's Fetishes Are Fascinating, But Not Because Of Their Beauty Or Significance. The Same Could Be Said For One's Genitals, Or One's Children.