When something is missing in your life, it usually turns out to be someone.

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

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.

What if, instead of a parallel universe, there's a perpendicular universe? Discuss.

Worse than telling a lie is spending the rest of your life staying true to a lie.

Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.