"They say that in the end truth will triumph, but it's a lie."
-Anton Chekhov

"All great truths begin as blasphemies."
George Bernard Shaw

"It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness."
-Leo Tolstoy

"Cynics regard everybody as equally corrupt. Idealists regard everybody as equally corrupt, except themselves."
-Robert Anton Wilson

"I could not become anything: Neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything; that only a fool can become something."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky

"When authorities warn you of the sinfulness of sex, there is an important lesson to be learned: Do not have sex with the authorities."
-Matt Groening

"In politics, sincerity is everything. Once you can fake that, you've got it made."
-Groucho Marx

"To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god."
-Jorge Luis Borges

"Majority rule only works if you're also considering individual rights. Because you can't have five wolves and one sheep voting on what to have for dinner."
-Larry Flynt

"Knowledge and timber shouldn't be much used till they are seasoned."
-Oliver Wendell Holmes

"When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other."
-Eric Hoffer

"TV is not vulgar and prurient and dumb because the people who compose the audience are vulgar and dumb. Television is the way it is simply because people tend to be extremely similar in their vulgar and prurient and dumb interests and wildly different in their refined and aesthetic and noble interests."
-David Foster Wallace

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he'll tell you the truth."
-Oscar Wilde

Tonight

Tumbling
Struggling
Fumbling
Succumbing to her look
I feign the open book
Has she called my bluff?
My rough, gruff exterior
Hides my delicate interior
Yeah right
I only want to be with her
One night

Fractals
Elusive patterns
Juxtaposed
Taking space like Styrofoam
I don’t know what to make of it
I don’t comprehend
The signals she sends
I won’t understand
Unless they conform and coalesce
To my own desires and wishes
Inspired, my will takes form and releases
The very energy required to achieve this
End

And
Of course she could have sang along
The song: same old, just oblong, indulgent
But she had her own plans in mind
Like mine, they ended with us entwined
Supine, prone
She didn’t want to be alone
Tonight