Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?

If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

Time goes on, even when yer not looking.

People see stories everywhere...We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn't true...We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.

This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don't mind being told what to do.