And then there's the kind of girl that wears a baseball cap.

I just contemplate contemplating the meaning of life. It saves thinking.

The *only* difference between a lie and a truth is that one of them actually happened.

There are so many ways to lie.

We live in a world of fine lines.

Truth is a cliché.

Life is like a Chinese finger trap. You can't get out the way you got in.

The time between a thought being new and unthought to being old and thought is the same as the time between today and tommorow, or the time between when a thrown object stops moving upwards and starts coming down.