My worst personal problem is that my computer doesn't understand me.

I have many unrecognized talents, but my faults have somehow succeeded in securing wide recognition.

I will stop at nothing to reach my objective, but only because my brakes are defective.

The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.

We owe it to our past futile sacrifices to continue making further futile sacrifices.

Even when I'm happy and successful, life still goes on.

The closest you will ever come in this life to an orderly universe is a good library.