In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.

Nothing in life means anything unless someone cares, and the whole trick is to keep being that someone.

Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?

Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?

Sometimes in tragedy we find our life's purpose - the eye sheds a tear to find its focus.

Always laugh off a slight insult, so that people will understand what it means when you're not laughing.

Though confined to our destiny, we do get to pick the color scheme.