I was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.

Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?

There is never an embarrassing silence that can't be turned into a regrettable conversation.

There is an ongoing battle between conscience and self-interest in which, at some point, we have to take sides.

You can accept reality, or you can persist in your purpose until reality accepts you.

While I occasionally enjoy a bout of nostalgia, I would generally rather dream forward than backward.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.