I've learned so much from my failures that I'm thinking of having some more.

Without me there could be no everybody.

I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

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

My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating.

I don't need a great deal of love but I do need a steady supply.

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