“You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.”

“You're just being logical...You're just giving me a regular, intelligent answer. I was trying to help you. You asked me how I get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.”

“When I get logical, and I don't trust my instincts - that's when I get in trouble.”

“How do you feel right now?" "I hurt like hell.""You'll feel worse tomorrow.""So?""So, better get a jump on this while you still feel...not as bad.""What kind of logic is that?" I retorted.”

“The belief that love is a finite essence that will eventually run out holds a certain logic for me even now, even if I am supposed to know better.”

“How can you ask me when i want to get married when you have yet to ask me if i will marry you?”