It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

Complex, statistically improbable things are by their nature more difficult to explain than simple, statistically probable things.

Simple things don't interest me.

They want me. I want them. I want this place. I want everything to be simple and beautiful and warm.

The simple things in life make me very happy.

It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.