Somehow I reached excess without ever noticing when I was passing through satisfaction.
Why does it so often take a genius to see the obvious?
When you plan a journey from your mind into mine, remember to allow for the time difference.
The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.
My life has a superb cast, but I cannot figure out the plot.
If you don't like my opinion of you, you can always improve