Life is the risk we cannot refuse.
When I get the point, I often don't know what to do with it.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.
Children consider disliking their parents natural, but if the dislike is returned, they are outraged.
Old among the young, poor among the rich, I adopt an air of indefinable superiority.