I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

My life is a performance for which I was never given any chance to rehearse.

I can no longer face life, so I've decided to go through the rest of it backwards.

Life is an incurable condition: the only known treatment is to try to keep the patient comfortable.

My mind contains many good ideas, but it's not always easy to squeeze one out.

I recently had my problems on the run, but now they've re-grouped, and are making another attack.

Don't wait for a disaster to get to know your neighbors.