Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

The world of American politics is more contentious than it has ever been in my lifetime.

All object printed: Love me. Look me. Million speaking objects,begging. Crown American consumer with power of king, to rescue choose and give home or abandon here for expire.

Skin, bones, blood and organs transplant from person to person. Even what’s inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you’d die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited. Whatever you’re thinking, a million other folks are thinking. Whatever you do, they’re doing, and none of you is responsible. All of you is a cooperative effort.

Maybe we should always assume the worst.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.