have you ever even considered the perfection of the human skull?
he said to me, pacing the room and punctuating each sentence with his arms
how many millions of lives it must of taken to form the perfect curve that slopes back so that rain water falls easily off and yet the well-trained can balance ten books for over ten minutes?
have you ever even thought about how much that simple ***** changes from the time you are born?
he stared at me, frenzied anger burning in his eyes
(I was as unsure why and as he was, I’m sure)
how can you sit there and call yourself smart when you have never ever considered such simple matters?
intelligence is wasted on the ambitious
he spat out
they never stop to consider just how much we’ve already accomplished