Curiosity, that's what kills us. Not muggers or all that bullshit about the ozone layer. It's our own hearts and minds.

I wonder if Socrates and Plato took a house on Crete during the summer.

I can't do anything to death, doctor's orders.

It is impossible to travel faster than light, and certainly not desirable, as one’s hat keeps blowing off.

If you pursue the other woman, it's a losing situation and it's not good for your relationship or your marriage. If your marriage is open and you're allowed to, that's no good either. There's no way, really in the end, to be happy unless you get very lucky.

God is silent. Now if only man would shut up.

I have a hyper-active imagination, my mind tends to jump around a little, and I have some trouble between fantasy and reality.