What a terrible thing life can be.

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys...aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place...if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?

The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.