If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.

Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?