Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.
People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.
I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.
Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.
From the front Rdar announces, "Don't you go talking bad about GoFast bars. Do you want me to stop this car?" "Whenever I eat a GoFast bar," Ben says, "I'm always like, 'So this is what blood tastes like to mosquitoes.
I am a giant squid of anger.