I am, in fact, immortal when annoyed.

I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

There's no such thing as a normal life. Some lives are just more interesting than others, and we shouldn't judge people for being boring.

Dramatic exits are the last refuge of the infantile personality

That’s the trouble with being scared all the time. Eventually, people just go numb.

Running around in the grass near an unsecured structure and a bunch of trees is a good way of taking yourself out of the gene pool.