I will always love the false image I had of you.
Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?
I don't know how to be happy - They didn't teach it in my school
Good ideas are common - what's uncommon are people who will work hard enough to bring them about.
The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?