We were always planning on getting married, but then he happened.

You go to selfish mode. It all changes once the little guy comes around. You don't live for yourself anymore.

Last year, we had a couple drinks and played some soccer. We came back, and I was taking a shower. My wife was trying to get in the bathroom, and Tone thought I was passed out and broke the door down to save me. That's the kind of friend he is.

No accident can be planned for, yet there are many accidents which are good for one's life.

I think of grand design as a presently unfolding dynamism as opposed to a plan to be implemented at some point way off in the future.

I find it disturbing to think about moving graveyards. It's not a planning issue, but it's a moral one.