If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.

You can't always explain everything you do to everybody, you know.

We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

Water is everywhere and in all living things; we cannot be seperated from water. No water, no life. Period. Water comes in many forms - liquid, vapor, ice, snow, fog, rain, hail. But no matter the form, it's still water.

To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, 'What's it for?'

So you drive as far as you can, even when you can clearly read the sign. You want to think you are exempt, that it doesn’t apply to you. But it does. Life is still a dead end. And we still have a hard time believing it