Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Babies are ugly. Admit it, we all know it, they look like tiny old people covered in mucus. They have soft heads! And they grow into children, tiny sociopaths with underdeveloped brains. And then they become teenagers, pimply self-righteous lunatics driven by hormones.
And then, slowly, if you're lucky, they gradually become adults.

I walk in the garden without fear,
As stars swirl across the sky
And I stand amongst the tall lilies
Who lift their faces to the passing eons.
Here I will do no harm
And no harm will come to me
For at last my long journey is over
And I am at home.

Just because it's all pimples and hormones and frustration right now doesn't mean it's never going to change.

Zagoran: Remember when you '"fixed" the door to the mayor's office? How long was Herman stuck in there?
Pellegrino: You trap ONE mayor in his office for a week and you're marked for life.