I never know how much of what I say is true.
I don't mind what language an opera is sung in so long as it is a language I don't understand.
More movement, and the sense of bodies being shackled in alongside of me.
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
Feet, why do I need them if I have wings to fly?
Ask a deeply religious Christian if he?d rather live next to a bearded Muslim that may or may not be plotting a terror attack, or an atheist that may or may not show him how to set up a wireless network in his house. On the scale of prejudice, atheists don?t seem so bad lately.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.