Think of life as a terminal illness, because, if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
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.
When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.
Why the hell would terrorists kidnap a bunch of high school students?
What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?
TV is chewing gum for the eyes.