I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.
Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.
Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.
Any chance beats no chance.
Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.
You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?