The mistakes we make in our youth$$$ we pay for with the rest of our lives.

This is just what human beings do — turn objects into people$$$ people into objects. Back and forth.

The wild daisies and Indian paintbrush whizzing past are just the genitals of a different life form.

A house full of condiments and no real food. If you don't know what you want$$$ you end up with a lot you don't.

You had a near life experience.

Do you realize that anything you can do in your lifetime will be meaningless a hundred years from now?

If it is the case that love does survive death$$$ then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Happily ever after or not.

Ignorance was bliss.

We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.

Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second.