I have a feeling that when my ship comes in I'll be at the airport.

I was jumping rope. Everything was fine. And then suddenly everything seemed so futile.

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

It's better to live one day as a lion than a dozen years as a sheep.

No problem is too big to run away from.

I know the answer! The answer lies within the heart of all mankind! The answer is twelve? I think I'm in the wrong building.

This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to get any joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this.