Here is a guaranteed way to get more of what you want: want less.

I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?

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.

I don't need a great deal of love but I do need a steady supply.

Sooner or later, I'll be punctual.

Fortunately in my work there's always a choice: I can choose to do it willingly or unwillingly.