“I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction.”

“It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it.”

“It's a natural progress, but still. That thing about the cow is so stupid. Do I look like a cow to you?”

“I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.”

“I always wonder why condescending snarkiness is the chosen method of communication for so many forum users. It seems to me like these things would be much better expressed in non-confrontational, polite manner.”

“...I wondered why so much had been written about love's pain and so little about the glorious relief of being delivered from love's pain.”