For me, it´s sloth, " I say. "Hedonistic sloth and escapism.

My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?

I used to loathe ambivalence now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.

They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.

Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.

Mother Earth reintroduced me to my people.

It is so easy to dream but so hard to forget them.

The Master said, “The gentleman understands what is right, whereas the petty man understands profit.” (Analects 4.16)

Since Freud, the center of man is not where we thought it was; one has to go on from there.

The aims of anarchists and true communists are identical.

Though it be said that faith cometh by hearing, yet it is the Spirit that worketh faith in the heart through hearing, or else they are not profited by hearing.

The common excuse for those bringing misfortune on others is that they desire their good.

This is for my G's, this is for my Hustlas.

I'm pleased the administration is endorsing the need for legislation dealing with the chemical sector. In the past, the administration's position has been ambiguous.

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.