Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world.
No matter how cynical I get, I can't keep up.
If life is so meaningless, then why are we always bringing it up?
Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse.
There will be sex after death, we just won't be able to feel it.
When I've had a meltdown, people will say to me, "Well, you failed to keep your sense of humor."