“If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?”

“How come someone always saves the people who try to kill themselves and then makes them tell everyone how sorry they are for ruining their evening? I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something. but I'm not going to. I don't have anything to apologize for. They're the ones who screwed everything up. Not me.I didn't ask to be saved.”

“I don’t know whom shall I ask this question! What is the rationality behind killing and murdering innocent people for the sake of your God?”

“I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.”

“I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.”

“A great many people have come up to me and asked how I manage to get so much work done and still keep looking so dissipated.”