The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.

It was always hard work to push through a crowed of reporters with the scent of blood in their nostrils. You might not think so, since on camera they appear to be brain-damaged wimps with severe eating disorders. But put them at a police barricade and a miraculous thing happens...The strength comes from some mysterious place-and somehow, when there is gore on the ground, these anorexic creatures can push their way through anything. Without mussing their hair, too.

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

Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?

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

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