What pleasure is there in waging war against the world's evils? Indeed, what pleasure is there to be found in pleasure itself? We stand impatiently or we strive, waiting for the moment of elation, hopeful that this time, just this one time, time will simultaneously cease and last forever. The high without the low. Or, even better, without the medium in between, where life is without passion.

Doctors say it is good for us to drain the sack daily. Let life be the judge of that.

"You spend every second with somebody, and there’s still this part that’s a mystery. . . . It’s kind of sexy.”