My mother never had time for me. When you're the middle child in a family of five million, you don't get any attention.

I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.

This stuff tastes awful; I could have made a fortune selling it in my health-food store.

I hope you're getting this down.

Please forgive me. My pedicurist had a stroke. She fell forward onto the orange stick and plunged it into my toe. It required bandaging.

Is there a separation between body and mind, and if so which is it better to have?

I read in self-defense.