The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.
Please don't lie to me,unless,you're sure I'll never find out the truth.
My first line of defense against reality is called sleep.
I march to a different drummer, whose location, identity, and musical training haven't yet been established.
Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you.
My life has a superb cast, but I cannot figure out the plot.