Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.

Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

You could go church and you could describe your worst behavior, your worst self, and despite your worst behavior you would be forgiven and then redeemed and then accepted back into the community through communion. So you didn't have to carry this burden your entire life. Once a week you went someplace you went someplace where you could really look terrible and be loved despite how terrible you were.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell.

Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?

The best fights don't occur between strangers. They occur between friends who trust each other.