“What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways? We don't want no pants rabbits.”

“You know how advice is - you only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyways.”

“I don't know. It's like getting up in the morning. I don't want to get up but I don't want to stay in bed either.”

“So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.”

“I guess we're all, or most of us, the wards of that nineteenth-century science which denied existence to anything it could not measure or explain. The things we couldn't explain went right on but surely not with our blessing. We did not see what we couldn't explain, and meanwhile a great part of the world was abandoned to children, insane people, fools, and mystics, who were more interested in what is than in why it is. So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic, because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.”

“We know what we got, and we don't care whether you know it or not.”

“He needs us like he needs a mud dauber's nest up his pant leg”