“Attach yourself to truth, not to me. For I may die before you, but the truth will accompany you to your death.”

“You may be sure that a question which requires music for an answer can't be put into words. ”

“Where do you come from?""From the planet of a distant sun, called Earth.""What for?""I was tired of vulgarity.”

“It isn't a bad thing to hear voices... but you mustn't for a minute imagine that all is wise that comes to you out of the night world.”

“They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.”

“Are you seriously telling me the truth about all this?" I asked."I seriously am," he replied. "I was also serious about stealing a fry.”

“Nat:I don't know. The weight of it, I guess. At some point it becomes bearable. It turns into something you can crawl out from under. And carry around--like a brick in your pocket. And you forget it every once in a while, but then you reach in for whatever reason and there it is: "Oh right. That." Which can be awful. But not all the time. Sometime's it kinda ... Not that you like it exactly, but it's what you have instead of your son, so you don't wanna let go of it either. So you carry it around. And it doesn't go away, which is ...Becca:What?Nat:Fine ... actually.”