Science is the first of sins, the germ of all sins, the original sin. This is all there is of morality. “Thou shall not know”—the rest follows from that.
Paris is like the girl that’s rude to you at a bar at first, and then you eventually fall in love with her the most.
"I love you" doesn’t mean a fucking thing if you spit it down the throat of every girl who makes you feel less dead