Nothing really matters except a few things that really don't matter very much.

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

Love is a strange commodity, because you can't import it if you don't also export it.

My success lies in having achieved a record numbers of failures.

It would be easier for me to reject all established values, if I knew what they were.

If I do enough different things in enough different ways, I may, eventually, do something right.

I am eagerly awaiting my next disappointment.