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

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

I'm a very neat monster.

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

She really did like me, the idiot.

Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?

IN MY LIFELONG STUDY OF HUMAN BEINGS, I HAVE FOUND that no matter how hard they might try, they have found no way yet to prevent the arrival of Monday morning. And they do try, of course, but Monday always comes, and all the drones have to scuttle back to their dreary workaday lives of meaningless toil and suffering.