I have an intense desire to return to the womb. Anybody's.
But what if everyone in the world behaved like me and came here and shot Brisseau through the ear? What a mess! And of course we'd need valet parking.
I'm not anti-social. I'm just not social.
Life's hard, then you die.
Man cannot live by bread alone. Every once in awhile he needs a salad.
I'd never join a club that would allow a person like me to become a member.