crank

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

Girls get Screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things. The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feel cheap for doing exactly what they beg for

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?

Life was radical right after I met the monster.Later, life became harder, complicated.Ultimately, a living hell, like swimming against a riptide,Walking the wrong direction in the fast lane of the freeway, Waking from sweetest dreams to find yourself in the middle of a nightmare.

Now I realize, of course, that many readers will acknowledge that we do in fact have these reactions, but would nevertheless write them off as mere reactions. __ur tendency to find something personally disgusting,_ they will sniff, __oesn__ show that there is anything objectively wrong with it._ This is the sort of stupidity-masquerading-as-insight that absolutely pervades modern intellectual life, and it has the same source as so many other contemporary intellectual pathologies: the abandonment of the classical realism of the great Greek and Scholastic philosophers, and especially of Aristotle__ doctrine of the four causes.

Funny thing about the monster.The worse he treats you, the more you love him.