In the end the reason for anything is inseparable from the reason for everything.

Alas, by the time Fate caught up with my life, Chance had it all planned.

I complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.

At the end of the day, Mother Nature has only one question for us: 'What life did you nurture today?

There are more lines formed than things worth waiting for.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.