"I know what’s coming. I know no one beats these odds. It’s a matter of getting used to that and growing up and realizing that you are expelled from your mother’s uterus as if shot from a cannon toward a barn door studded with old nail files and rusty hooks. It’s a matter of how you use up the intervening time in an intelligent and ironic way and try not to do anything nasty to your fellow creatures."
Rest in peace, Christopher Hitchens.
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