Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?

To always hit the target, throw a dart, then call whatever you hit the target.

Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.

If only our great thinkers could learn to talk, and our great talkers could learn to think.

For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".

The things I fear may all be imaginary, so what I fear most is my imagination.

I may not be perfect, but parts of me are excellent.