I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
Good taste is the enemy of comedy.
True friends are those who really know you but love you anyway.
Who were these clowns?
If we fall, we don't need self-recrimination or blame or anger - we need a reawakening of our intention and a willingness to recommit, to be whole-hearted once again.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
Seize opportunity by the beard, for it is bald behind.
Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.