Suddenly I've Had Enough Of

Life Is Like An Escalator. You See, It Carries You On Regardless. And You Might As Well Enjoy The View And Seize Every Opportunity While You're Passing. Otherwise, It'll Be Too Late.

That's The Trouble With Having The Whole World Love You. One Day, You Wake Up And It's Flirting With Your Best Friend Instead. And You Don't Know What To Do. You're Thrown.

Philosophy Wasn't About Facts, It Was About Ideas. My First Essay Title Was Something Like: 'how Can You Know What Other People Are Thinking?' I Thought, 'wow, What An Amazing Thing.' I Really Thought Deeply For The First Time.

Oh, Please. If She's Going To Use Mr. Darcy To Prop Up Her Arguments, I Give Up.

I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The Right Brain For It, Somehow. I Can't Walk Into A Room And Tidy It Up. I Get Distracted. I Pick Up One Thing And I Start Looking At It. And My Cooking Is Truly Heinous.