I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.
Preserving health by too severe a rule is a worrisome malady.
It is hard to fight an enemy who has outposts in your head.
My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.
Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
I have the worst memory ever so no matter who comes up to me - they're just, like, 'I can't believe you don't remember me!" I'm like, 'Oh Dad I'm sorry!'
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.