I made some studies, and reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it. I can take it in small doses, but as a lifestyle, I found it too confining. It was just too needful; it expected me to be there for it all the time, and with all I have to do--I had to let something go.

The truth can be made up if you know how.

Of all the things we've learned, we still haven't learned where did this desire to want to know come from?

My mom says I have to be more positive, and I say life has to be more positive too or it's just not going to work.

Unless you are at a picnic, life is no picnic.

What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.

My space chums think reality was once a primitive method of crowd control that got out of hand. In my view, it’s absurdity dressed up in a three-piece business suit.