You know how sometimes you can be so sure what the problem is and then you realize the problem is really something else?
You don’t get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.
This is my problem with police officers. All you care about is evidence. Evidence, evidence, evidence. Until that evidence no longer fits the narrative you need to be true, at which point the evidence becomes an illusion, a mistake.
The world’s troubles aren’t the fault of any one person, but it is your fault if you do nothing.
Running from your problems doesn’t fix them.
I’m not insane. It just got really easy, is the problem. That’s why it kept happening.
Cut off the head of the snake, the body dies.
With all due respect, your tiny brain is a lot safer without my problems inside it.
The only problem with common sense is that it’s so… common.
Our biggest problems in life are the ones that we carry within ourselves. Everything else evens out.
No union built on running from your problems lasts more than five years, seven tops.
My name’s Jim Moriarty. Welcome to the final problem.
