Reality continues to ruin my life.
Shutting off the thought process is not rejuvenating; the mind is like a car battery - it recharges by running.
So, what's it like in the real world? Well, the food is better, but beyond that, I don't recommend it.
Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
Sometimes when I'm talking, my words can't keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak. Probably so we can think twice.
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
That's the whole problem with science. You've got a bunch of empiricists trying to describe things of unimaginable wonder.
The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present.
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
The world of a comic strip ought to be a special place with its own logic and life... I don't want the issue of Hobbes's reality settled by a doll manufacturer.
There is not enough time to do all the nothing we want to do.
We all have different desires and needs, but if we don't discover what we want from ourselves and what we stand for, we will live passively and unfulfilled.
We don't devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.