They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.
No man is an island, but some of us are long peninsulas.
The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.
It's sometimes easier to do the impossible than to do the embarrassing.
My problems aren't big but it doesn't necessarily take a big problem to kill me.
My first line of defense against reality is called sleep.