The Law is a grim, unsmiling thing. Not Justice, though. Justice is witty and whimsical and kind and caring.

Everyone underestimates their own life. Funny thing is, in the end, all our stories...they're the same. In fact, no matter where you go in the world, there is only one important story: of youth, loss and yearning for redemption. So we tell the same story, over and over. Only the details are different.

Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.

…God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern is impossible to see, the squares and diamonds and triangles don’t fit well together anymore, it’s all become meaningless. So He has abandoned it.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.

After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to that one big calamity we call life.

The whole quilt is much more important than any single square.