What if reality is nothing but some disease?

Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It’s like stealing something valuable they don’t even know they own.

Really, just looking around, you feel a twinge of pity for the poor souls who succeeded in getting past the Pearly Gates. One can't help but picture the lackluster VIP lounge in Heaven, a kind of nonalcoholic ice-cream social starring Harriet Beecher Stowe and Mahatma Gandhi. Hardly anyone's idea of a "with-it" social register.

The career of a movie star consists of helping everyone else forget their troubles. Using charm and beauty and good cheer to make life look easy.

After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

Your folks are god, you love them and you want to make them happy but you still want to make up your own rules.

Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing . . .