What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.
And from my place, and from the time that I went through my divorce, I also had my father pass away in the middle of all that. And it kind of made everything else just kind of like the back burner, you know.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.