Aren't I lucky, to have survived so much bad luck.

All I want is a warm bed and a kind word and unlimited power.

Some of my troubles are so familiar, I know them by their first names.

If you have something to say and say nothing, you are really telling a lie.

If you can't go where people are happier, try to make people happier where you are.

For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".

I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.