I march to a different drummer, whose location, identity, and musical training haven't yet been established.
Our meetings are held to discuss many problems which would never arise if we held fewer meetings.
I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.
My first line of defense against reality is called sleep.
My life is a performance for which I was never given any chance to rehearse.
Please don't lie to me,unless,you're sure I'll never find out the truth.