Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.
Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you.
I don't need a great deal of love but I do need a steady supply.
It's human to make mistakes and some of us are more human than others.
My life so far has been a long series of things I wasn't ready for.
Why does it so often take a genius to see the obvious?