It can take a surprisingly long time to get from one part of my mind to another.
My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating.
Even if you're not enjoying the flight, it's futile to threaten to get out and walk.
They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.
Life is the only game in which the object of the game is to learn the rules.
Isn't it a coincidence that you and I are both alive at the same time?