You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.
Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.
With insomnia, you're never really awake; but you're never really asleep.
Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.
I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.
Women are already born so far ahead ability-wise. The day men can give birth, that's when we can start talking about equal rights.