It is easy to mistake being ready for a wedding with being ready for marriage.

There are truths of which I have an inkling, but of most I have only a pencilling

There comes a morning in life when you wake up a new person; that is to say, you wake up the same person but you realize it's your own fault.

Seems like nothing ever brings you back to reality that makes you want to stay there.

Ah, yes, my social life — a series of encounters where we briefly debate who is in the greater rush.

You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.

My quest for cosmic understanding is a book I have picked up and put down many times, always forgetting to insert a bookmark.