Only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger.
There are children in Africa, starving to death, and you don't hear them whinging.
Love without evidence is stalking.
It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one, meaningless life of yours.
To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.
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?