Unhappiness is something we are never taught about; we are taught to expect happiness, but never a Plan B to use to use when the happiness doesn't arrive.

Besides, animals don’t even have time. Only humans have time. It’s what makes us different.

I'd take a helicopter up and throw microwave ovens down on the Taco Bell.

After my brush with the suicidal impulse, I listen with new ears to others when they speak on the subject. I think there are people who were born with that little door open, and they have to go through life knowing that they might jump through it at any moment.

You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff?

It was pivotal in making you but you don't remember it. Or do you? Do we understand the events that make us who we are? Do we understand the factors that make us do the things we do?

Canadians can easily 'pass for American' as long as we don't accidentally use metric measurements or apologize when hit by a car.