There's a lot of not caring that goes under the name of minding your own business.

We lack resolve and blame fate, mistaking the drift for the tides.

What you discover about people you try not to offend is that you can offend them without trying.

It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.

All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.

Corporations no longer try to fit square pegs into round holes; they just fit them into square cubicles.

What happens if I do nothing?