It's funny. Swearing, the taboo of my parents' generation, is fine now. So is sex and, mostly, homosexuality. But we don't talk about death anymore, and anorexia is a killer. I reckon the decline of organised religion has something to do with this taboo on death. We don't like to talk about the end of this life because we're worried we're not banking up for what comes after it, if anything. Perhaps.
- Monkey Taming, a book I'm reading
Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?
"Down here. In fact, you're standing on my foot."
- Unknown