I march to a different drummer, whose location, identity, and musical training haven't yet been established.

There's only one thing more beautiful than a beautiful dream, and that's a beautiful reality.

Scientists say we use 10% of our brain. That's way too much. By doing just a little every day, I can gradually let the task completely overwhelm me.

One thing about pain: It proves you're alive.

For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".

Why does life keep teaching me lessons I have no desire to learn?

Inform all the troops that communications have completely broken down.