Author: Matthew Freedman

Sincerity is irrelevant. The Marquis de Sade was sincere.

Marriage is a bell curve.

Sticking your neck out is unwise in the time of the guillotine.

Every dead tree comes down someday. The only question is how.

Ideality becomes reality.

Life is not a novel. Not a short story. Not a poem — but a sentence fragment, split by commas, modifying nothing.

I’d rather lose my testicles than my eyeballs. My unborn children might think otherwise. But maybe not. Why would they want to care for a blind man?

It’s safer to use a spoon as a knife than a knife as a spoon.

Only two numbers matter in the universe: Zero and one.

Asceticism is a luxury.