We have our Arts so we won't die of Truth.
Why would you clone people when you can go to bed with them and make a baby? C'mon, it's stupid.
The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.
The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.
Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?
I don't talk things, sir. I talk the meaning of things.