"Life is like a box of chocoloates, a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift 
no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box 
of chocolates. So you're stuck with this mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, 
mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat during the game. Sure, 
once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee, but it's gone 
too soon and the taste is fleeting. In the end you're left with nothing but 
broken bits of hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which if you are 
desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but useless brown paper wrappers." 
	--Cigarette-Smoking Man, The X-Files