What a terrible thing life can be.

I think that's nice, and if I could have feelings at all I would have them for Deb.

It really is better to be lucky than to be good.

Happily for me, ninety-nine percent of all human life is spent simply repeating the same old actions, speaking the same tired clichés, moving like a zombie through the same steps of the dance we plodded through yesterday and the day before and the day before. It seems horribly dull and pointless-but it really makes a great deal of sense. After all, if you only have to follow the same path every day, you don't need to think at all. Considering how good humans are at any mental process more complicated than chewing, isn't that the best for everybody?

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.

But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.