Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.
When I think of God I feel like an ant crawling into a computer.
Old friends are memories personified.
We all arrive on Earth with a round-trip ticket.
I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.
Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.