So tonight to shush you how about if I say I have administrative bones to pick with God, Boo. I'll say God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I'm not crazy about. I'm pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I'm not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I, Boo.
What I know about auto racing could be inscribed with a dry Magic Marker on the lip of a Coke bottle.
I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.
I'm so scared of dying without ever being really seen.
...having a lot of money does not immunize people from suffering or fear.
There is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.
Fervent Christians are always remembering themselves as - and thus, by extension, judging everyone else outside their sect to be - lost and hopeless and just barely clinging to any kind of interior sense of value or reason or even to go on living, before they were 'saved.
...the most obvious, ubiquitous, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about.
The Moms revealed that if you're not crazy then speaking to someone who isn't there is termed apostrophe and is valid art.
...when he kneels at other times and prays or meditates or tries to achieve a Big-Picture spiritual understanding of God as he can understand Him, he feels Nothing - not nothing, but Nothing, an edgeless blankness that somehow feels worse than the sort of unconsidered atheism he Came In with.
How is there freedom to choose if one does not learn how to choose?