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.
Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
Good judgment comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgment.
Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.
The only difference between a rut and a grave... is in their dimensions.
I stand in awe of my body.