All literature is a footnote to Faust. I have no idea what I mean by that.

Men would make love with any number of women ... even total strangers, while females were selective. They were catering to the demands of one small egg. While males had millions of frantic sperms screaming: "Let us out, let us out!".

Today I saw a red and yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday too, and it rained.

When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room.

I was walking through the woods, thinking about Christ. If He was a carpenter, I wondered what He charged for bookshelves.

The great question of philosophy remains: If life is meaningless, what can be done about alphabet soup?

I should have known something was wrong with my first wife. When I brought her home to meet my parents, they approved of her.