Flirtation Is Merely An Expression Of Considered

Promiscuous ... Was A Word I Had Never Applied To Myself. Possibly No One Ever Does, For It Is A Sordid Word, Reducing Many Valuable Moments To Nothing More Than Doglike Copulation.

The Right To Choose Death When Life No Longer Holds Meaning Is Not Only The Next Liberation But The Last Human Right.

[the Sea] Is The Healer And The Reviver, It Cleanses The Cavities Of Self-disgust And Melancholy, Of Sloth And Negation With The Salt Solution Of Life. It Cures The Lethargies Of Flesh And Spirit With The Slap And Shake Of Elemental Force. It Cradles And Comforts. Give It Trust And It Holds You Secure; Fight It And It Kills.

The Real Demon Is Success-the Anxieties Engendered By This Quest Are Relentless, Degrading, Corroding. What Is Worse, There Is No End To This Escalation Of Desire.

In An Age Where The Lowered Eyelid Is Just A Sign Of Fatigue, The Delicate Game Of Love Is Pining Away. Freud And Flirtation Are Poor Companions.