I bet the worst part about dying is the part where your whole life passes before you.

If evolution was worth its salt, by now it should've evolved something better than survival of the fittest. I think a better idea would be survival of the wittiest.

Mirrors can't talk. Luckily for you, they can't laugh either.

I even worry about reflective flea collars. Oh, sure, drivers can see them glow in the dark, but so can the fleas.

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

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

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