I want to appreciate you now, and avoid the rush.

By accepting you as you are, I do not necessarily abandon all hope of your improving

What's most interesting about some books is the question: How did this crap ever get published?

Life can be very deep, but I'm trying to stay at the shallow end.

They laughed at Edison and Einstein, but somehow I still feel uncomfortable when they laugh at me.

My object is to save the world, while still leading a pleasant life.

The entire universe will eventually disintegrate but by then I hope to be in a safer place.