Sign over the gates of hell: "Doesn't mean you're a bad person."
Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.
There is a purpose to our lives that each day tugs at our sleeve as an annoying distraction.
Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life- and it was you. It is not too late to find that person again.
Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.
All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.