The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.
Is Knowledge knowable? If not, how do we know?
All my life is passing in front of my eyes. The worst part of it is I'm driving a used car.
If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.
Paris is particularly beautiful in the rain. It was just a nice experience for me, a pleasant experience, and I was able to present it to the world through my eyes, very subjectively - not realistically, but subjectively.
If there is reincarnation, I'd like to come back as Warren Beatty's fingertips.