Few things are as uniquely painful as bad comedy, and the realization that the human mind is a house of mirrors with no entrance and no exit.

Heard someone say children are god's gift to the world. What world are you referring to? And what's your definition of gift?

The expectation of happiness creates a lot of unhappiness.

I have a sneaking suspicion that leading an examined life and being really tan aren't consistent with one another.

The language of love may be universal, but it's not one of the options on an ATM machine.

Gotta get rid of these free radicals, but first I need to figure out what they are.

Sleep is over rated, then again so is being awake.