If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is 'I know this feeling. I was here before'.

...Because what's the meaning of doing dishes if you're not driven by something beyond necessity.

Freud is finished, Einstein's next.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

The world isn't going to be destroyed, but you don't feel safe anymore in your plane or train or office or auditorium.

The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.