“Let me tell you an incomprehensible story! What is it for the actions of men to be incomprehensible? It would seem to me that if it can't be comprehended, one should not even bother trying. It is useless to even think about it, I think. That said, I don't know exactly what's going on but may we continue fighting please?”
“[to Chane] Sorry about this, young lady, but not being able to verbalize might be a lucky break for you in a way. People can waste an awful lot of energy by putting sadness into words. Or maybe joy into words. And then of course, there's putting anger into words. And the words can double when it comes to fear or pain. In that sense, being so afraid that you can't find any words may save your life. Being unable to speak in extreme stress, in a body that is obligated to control energy consumption, is an act of, OH, I don't know, maybe, self defense? Oh boy, I went and said a thing of actual intelligence there. Time to show me some love, boys!”
“Tedium is such a crime. It takes the limited amount of time that is given to man, and rather than spending it in indolence or drowning it in pleasure it just sits there sucking, eating it up. I can't put up with that, tedium is a crime! Death to tedium! Die!”
“Incomprehensibility is a part of human life. But what does this mean? I just can't understand it.”
“Oh, life is fun! Try sayin' that ten times fast ten thousand times a minute every day for the rest of your life and it'll screw with your head so bad that all problems will disappear like MAGIC! Okay okay okay, I've gotten past the sadness and as of now I'm evolving to a HIGHER STAAAATE! Right? Tell me you all think so! Life is a magnificent beast, and it excites me!”
“No, it's good, money is good. I'm not sure why, but everyone says money is good.”