Construction arises out of the ashes of destruction.

You're gonna need a bigger boat.

Sometimes, in order to see the light, you have to risk the dark.

Ah, the last peanut - overflowing with the oil and salt of its departed brothers.

Poor Nestor. They were going to give him a medal, too.

I pray that I may never see the desert again. Hear me, God.

What if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?