All I want is a little more than I'll ever get.

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

I can face anything, except the future, and certain parts of the past and present.

I will stop at nothing to reach my objective, but only because my brakes are defective.

Unfortunately, it's possible to be able to do something extremely well that nobody ever wants done.

Should I abide by the rules until they're changed, or help speed the change by breaking them?

When you plan a journey from your mind into mine, remember to allow for the time difference.