The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.

It's hard enough to be alive and human, without the additional burden of being me.

I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.

One good thing about my computer: it never asks why.

They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.

I recently had my problems on the run, but now they've re-grouped, and are making another attack.

Inform all the troops that communications have completely broken down.