The meaning of life, Nikodemos, is to live life with meaning. The purpose of life is merely to live it, perhaps to give it.

One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

I won't go back and live in the sea again.

Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.