The day they discover yoga mats are carcinogenic will be the happiest day of my life.
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?
It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one, meaningless life of yours.
Who's the world going to revolve around now?
There are children in Africa, starving to death, and you don't hear them whinging.
Isn't this enough? Just this world? Just THIS?