I've learned to accept birth and death . . . but sometimes I still worry about what lies between.

The fact that many things have no explanation ought to prevent them from happening; but it doesn't.

There's nothing on my mind that couldn't be expressed by a long insane outburst of hysterical rage.

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

Why aren't you more grateful when I prove how wrong you've been?

You are what you eat, but eventually you become what eats you.

Things are gradually falling into place on top of me.