The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.
My life is a performance for which I was never given any chance to rehearse.
You can never discard too many bad ideas.
My social life is much better, since I stopped spending it with other people.
Life is an incurable condition: the only known treatment is to try to keep the patient comfortable.
The hand can be quicker than the eye, and the mouth can be quicker than the brain.