Besides, animals don't even have time. Only humans have time. It's what makes us different.
We were never supposed to live until 40. We were built to self-destruct at 30, whether from cancer or mental illness. We're all going way beyond our expiration date.
It was a December night so cold and clear that the air felt like the air of the Moon - lung-burning; mentholated and pure.
Actually, it's not the impertinence I'm punishing him for, it's that he let other people know what he wanted.
Sometimes you accidentally input an extra digit into the year: i.e, 19993 and you add 18,000 years on to *now*, and you realize that the year 19993 will one day exist and that time is a scary thing, indeed.
What if God exists except it turns out he doesn't really like people very much?