Maybe staying single meant that you never had to grow up.
Machines seem to sense that I am afraid of them. It makes them hostile.
Life seems to be a choice between two wrong answers.
I wonder which is worse-the death, not knowing what comes after, or the wedding, when you think you know, but you're wrong.
All babies are incoherent, but they grow up. That is the principle difference between an infant and a poet.
Domestic rabbits don't have the sense that God promised animal crackers.