There are children in Africa, starving to death, and you don't hear them whinging.
It's the fine balance of caffeine and alcohol that bookends my days
It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one, meaningless life of yours.
Throughout history, every mystery ever solved has turned out to be NOT magic.
Once you reject evidence as a source of knowledge, you don't gotta believe nothin' you don't like.
Isn’t this enough? Just this world? Just this beautiful, complex wonderfully unfathomable world? How does it so fail to hold our attention that we have to diminish it with the invention of cheap, man-made myths and monsters?