"Why tip someone for a job I'm capable of doing myself? I can deliver food. I can drive a taxi. I can, and do, cut my own hair. I did, however, tip my urologist, because... I am unable to pulverize my own kidney stones."
- Dwight K. Schrute

"As I saw Pam’s big, strong hand coming towards my face, I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. And guess what? I have four kids. And I have a hover car and a hover house. And my wife is a runner, and it shows. And Pam and Jim are my best friends. And our kids play together. And I'm happy. And I am rich. And I never die. It doesn't sound like much, but it's enough for me."
- Michael G. Scott

Sometimes I like to look through old memories, physical or mental. Usually it's painful, regretful, or just plain confusing. It's not very fun, but there is always that something egging me on, telling me to look deeper. I always ask myself during these times, 'What am I looking for?' I still haven't really found an answer. I ask myself, 'Why do you keep shifting through these memories? All it has left for you is lost and forgotten.' All that is left in a broken memory is happiness, appreciation, frustration, and pain. I always thought it would be easy to left go of the things that give me grief, but turns out that's not true. Turns out that it gives me some kind of sick conciliation to relive what should be left in the grave. It's not often that this happens. But, in the end, all that's left in the envelope are empty promises and broken dreams.

"Society teaches us that, having feelings and crying is bad and wrong. Well, that's baloney, because grief isn't wrong. There's such a thing as good grief. Just ask Charlie Brown"
- Michael G. Scott