That shit where the dark, dashing stranger comes in and charms the pants off a bartender, literally, and fucks her at break time in the bathroom or in a back alley or closet? Only happens in the movies, or on cable TV. In real life, it takes months and an actual friendship to be able to fuck your bartender, and even then it’ll have to be done on the sly. Shit’s bad for business.

Sex is better than power because people use power to have sex. Sex is better than money because people use money to have power to have sex. Sex is really what motivates people; it’s what makes the world work.

She’s smart enough to know that material objects don’t ever actually touch, that sensation is just electron fields overlapping and repelling each other, and all they’re feeling are resultant rushes of dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and endorphins.

Of course there’s… sex in hell.

Pretty much all men are trying to fuck all of or at least most of the time.

Even more than music, rock-and-roll is sex.