I worry that our lives are like soap operas. We can go for months and not tune in to them, then six months later we look in and the same stuff is still going on.

Infinity: Time on an ego trip.

The ability to delude yourself may be an important survival tool.

Sex is such a personal thing - why do we insist on sharing it with another person?

I feel like my life is just passing me by like two ships in the night. And I have missed both boats.

It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.

The truth can be made up if you know how.