It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.

Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.

You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

We are very much like them: indiscriminate killers, ruled by drives little acknowledged and less understood, mindlessly territorial and murderously jealous - the only significant difference being that they have yet to master our expertise in hypocrisy, the gift of our superior intellect that enables us to slaughter one another in droves, more often than not under the auspices of an approving god!