Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.
I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.
The longer I live, the less chance I'll ever recover from what life keeps doing to me.
If you think communication is all talking, you haven't been listening.
No man is an island, but some of us are long peninsulas.
What's most interesting about some books is the question: How did this crap ever get published?