I Just Want To Fly Under The

. . . Endlessness Is A Really Strange Idea In A Universe That Is Defined By Its Endings.

My Head Was Level With Hers As We Stared At Each Other From Opposite Sides Of The Glass. I Don't Remember How It Ended - If I Went To Bed Or She Did. In My Memory, It Doesn't End. We Just Stay There, Looking At Each Other, Forever.

Suffering Is Universal. It’s The One Thing Buddhists, Christians, And Muslims Are All Worried About.

But There's So Much To Do: Cigarettes To Smoke, Sex To Have, Swings To Swing On.

Peter Van Houten Was The Only Person I’d Ever Come Across Who Seemed To (a) Understand What It’s Like To Be Dying, And (b) Not Have Died.