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

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

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

There's only one thing more beautiful than a beautiful dream, and that's a beautiful reality.

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

At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?

Beware! Freedom of speech also includes the freedom to be misunderstood.