... And I wondered if we had disappointed God so much, that he wrote us off as pets, just alive to entertain.

For years I was deathly afraid of my own weaknesses, but when I closed my eyes and let myself be vulnerable to them it allowed miracles to take place. Miracles that were only alive when I accessed my BLIND faith.

That's the difference between irony and sarcasm. Irony can be spontaneous, while sarcasm requires volition. You have to create sarcasm.

Hoy somos todos iguales, todos unidos por la común indiferencia hacia nuestro trabajo. Esta indiferencia hacia nuestro trabajo. Esta indiferencia ha pasado a ser pasión. La única gran pasión colectiva de nuestro tiempo.

The irony of life is like a brothel without prostitutes--but don't you worry, prostitutes don't need of a brothel, to exercise their profession.

The sharpest minds often ruin their lives by overthinking the next step, while the dull win the race with eyes closed.