I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick round of soul-searching forced me to admit that I had never been any good at all at breathing water. As I hung there from the seat belt, dazed and watching the water pour in and swirl around my head, this began to seem like a very large character flaw.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

It's terrible to have to depend on someone else.

I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book

Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.