In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?
Everything happens for the purpose of what you decide to do about it.
Worse than telling a lie is spending the rest of your life staying true to a lie.
Life is like sailing. You can use any wind to go in any direction.
Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?
It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.