Penny for them?

I was thinking that several years went by between the moment when I realized that I would die and the moment when I realized that I would first grow old.

Penny for them?

I was thinking that a caterpillar never suspects that it will turn into a butterfly.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how you can have a perfect ear for music, but not a perfect nose, a perfect eye or even a perfect sex, and I wonder what it would be like if you could.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how I just saw, written in the dirt of a filthy car, “Also available in white.”

Penny for them?

I was thinking how I’m incapable of resisting a woman who finds me attractive, and I don’t care about being an easy lay.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how lies can often be detected because they’re always told using exactly the same words.

Penny for them?

I was thinking that, no my dear, Portos, Athos, and Aramis aren’t Greek Islands.

Penny for them?

I was thinking that nothing’s serious, so don’t ask me if you and I are.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how when I’m no longer hungry, I’m quite incapable of imaging what I’ll want to eat next.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how all mushrooms are edible, but some only once.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how the fly that splashes around in your glass and which you save from drowning never looks grateful, the bitch.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how I worked out that I was pretty good-looking only when I’d started to lose my good looks.

Penny for them?

I was thinking that the best age is never the age you now are, and that things go from bad to worse.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how when driving on a highway you sometimes notice beautiful country houses, where you’d like to live, until you realize that they’re just beside a highway.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how, given that half the people I meet are younger than me, then I must have reached the midpoint in my life.

Penny for them?

I was thinking how straw men were perhaps once straw fetuses.

Penny for them?

I was thinking that chickens have no idea why they cross the road.