Why am I so often at the mercy of those who don't deserve to control my life?

My first line of defense against reality is called sleep.

If we could all hear one another's prayers, God might be relieved of some of his burdens.

It's good to know that if I behave strangely enough, society will take full responsibility for me.

Life can be very deep, but I'm trying to stay at the shallow end.

It would be easier for me to reject all established values, if I knew what they were.

For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".