I can never make up my mind if I'm happy being a flute player, or if I wish I were Eric Clapton.

I wish I could shut up, but I can't, and I won't.

I make up my own mind in light of available facts, with my own experience and a sense of personal ethics.

I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim.

Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.

I wish it were not a sin to have liked it so.