I was reading about how countless species are being pushed toward extinction by man's destruction of forests. . . . Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

A REAL job is a job you hate.

Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement.

I must follow the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.

I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.

Calvin is hammering nails into coffee table. Mom: CALVIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE COFFEE TABLE?!? Calvin: Is this some sort of trick question, or what?

What assurance do I have that your parenting isn't screwing me up?