I have a theory that theories are destructive.

Every marriage is a battle between two families struggling to reproduce themselves.

Shame occurs when you haven't been able to get away with the 'who' you want people to think you are.

As much as I would miss my wife if she were to die, I would miss what we are together even more. Our "we-ness," our "us-ness."

If we can abandon our missionary zeal we have less chance of being eaten by cannibals.

I have a theory that theories are destructive.

There are no individuals in the world only fragments of families