Happiness is the only thing I understand.

I don't know how people act. I've never understood that.

If you truly love me, kill the bartender.

I go wherever my fare is paid.

It is not the simple statement of facts that ushers in freedom; it is the constant repetition of them that has this liberating effect. Tolerance is the result not of enlightenment, but of boredom.

It's a strange situation, but people will pay your fare to get you to go and tell them how to be happy.

Of course I lie to people. But I lie altruistically - for our mutual good. The lie is the basic building block of good manners. That may seem mildly shocking to a moralist - but then what isn't?