We like to look for patterns and find connections in unrelated events. This way we can explain them to ourselves. Life seems neater, or at least less messy. We need to feel we are in control: it is integral to our self-esteem. We also know, though we deny it, that we are not in control. So we settle for the illusions of control. What if we stopped fooling ourselves?

We often reward mediocrity because it is comforting. If they can do it, anyone can do it.

While being madly in love is fun, perhaps one should aspire to be sanely in love.

In relationships it is best to assume nothing.

The reason men rule is because women let them.

The reason producers make stupid movies is because there are stupid people who will pay to see them.

I hear what many of you are saying: We don’t have the time, we are busy. Well Nobody Has Time, Everyone Is Busy. In the time it took you to read this post, your life just got a minute shorter. That is precisely why we read (and why some of us write): because life is short and finite, we want more, and literature is the distillation of all those lives we will not lead.