Your thoughts are transparent.
When they [breasts] are huge, you become very self-conscious..I've learned something though, through my years of pondering and pontificating, and that is: men love them, and I love that.
Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.
I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean.