She drove fast, as a matter of habit, an even speed without a sense of haste.

Unintended consequences, he thought miserably. He was angry at his anger, the way it surged up and took over.

Faith strikes me as intellectual laziness, but I don’t argue with it—especially as I am rarely in a position to prove that it is mistaken.

Well, even to this day, if I smell a Big Mac, I&#39;m like Pavlov&#39;s dog. My mouth starts watering immediately, like, &#39;Man, that is so good,&#39; but I can&#39;t take a bite of it.

Written By Morgan Spurlock

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