It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.
What a terrible thing life can be.
Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be treated as a semiformal occasion.
Could this be the Apocalypse ?
I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.
As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.