I bet the worst part about dying is the part where your whole life passes before you.
It's not that I lack ambition. I am ambitious in the sense that I want to be more than I am now. But if I were truly ambitious, I think I'd already be more than I am now.
If olive oil comes from olives, then where does baby oil come from?
A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?
Sex is such a personal thing - why do we insist on sharing it with another person?
Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent.