The Horse Stares At Its Captor, Barely

Alone, I Am Drunk On My Thoughts; In Company, I Am Sober Again.

The Desire To Create Literature Leads To Frights, Grunts, And Coy Looks.

Friendship Is Love Minus Sex And Plus Reason. Love Is Friendship Plus Sex Minus Reason

Ideology Has Shaped The Very Sofa On Which I Sit.

Lust And Greed Are More Gullible Than Innocence.