“The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.”
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
“Is there not too much tension in the world at present, and might it not be better if more people were slackers?”
“Finally they had started shooting zombies. That was much better.”
“It had better be. It doesn't do much when it's soft.”
“If you made a better rat than a human, it’s not much to boast about, Peter.”