Fortunately in my work there's always a choice: I can choose to do it willingly or unwillingly.
I have abandoned my search for truth and am now looking for a good fantasy
Without me there could be no everybody.
Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?
If I had more skill in what I'm attempting, I wouldn't need so much courage
My time is far too valuable for me to spend any of it trying to improve myself.