I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
I too am a member of the human race, (but admittedly not a very active member).
The difference between friendship and love is how much you can hurt each other.
Dying is a part of living, but only a very small part.
What's most interesting about some books is the question: How did this crap ever get published?
I want to appreciate you now, and avoid the rush.