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

My life is a performance for which I was never given any chance to rehearse.

Everything takes longer than you expect, even when you expect it to take longer than you expect.

It's all very simple, or else it's all very complex, or perhaps it's neither, or both.

My life so far has been a long series of things I wasn't ready for.

Having failed to conquer myself, my best hope now is to arrange an alliance with myself.

I will always love the false image I had of you.