“‘He who leads must also follow.’ That’s true, but I don’t have to follow a stupid leader.”
“Never trust someone’s option if they don’t know anything.”
The truth is, I’m late because I was waiting for a call that said that the office was on fire.
One of the challenges of being a nonfiction writer is that you can’t tell half of your friends when you’ve finally gotten published. They probably did something stupid and you spent several weeks worth of your time and talent judging them for it.
Perhaps the freedom to make bad decisions is the biggest privelege of them all.
It seems kind of insensitive to keep referring to the resurrection at a funeral. Like, God, why are you rubbing it in?
No one thinks you’re funny when you’re depressed.
Just because I believe in something doesn’t mean I believe that it’s good.
I’m just not so sure about a God who is just as generous with inexplicable death as he is with parking spots.
I mean, what exactly is the point in praying for her food when her dad died six days before she was born from something the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the state explained by saying “I don’t know why this happened.”