I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.
My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.
Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.
Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.
There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.
Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?