It is easy to forget how much you have, when your eyes are always fixed on what you have not.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

The fool strikes. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes.

Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.

If life has taught me one thing, it's that there are no villains. Only people, doing their best.

One act presses upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then we look up and find... this.

A whole new thing. A forging of the humble parts of bread and cheese into a greater whole. I call it...a cheese-trap.