“I used to be nice, but nice was boring. Nice hadn’t gotten me anywhere.”
“Nice to be here? At my age it's nice to be anywhere.”
“Here's another nice mess you've gotten me into.”
“Be nice wont you?" "I am nice, I'm always nice." "But not too nice. I mean don't make a religion out of it, niceness.”
“Is dirt nice? Is death nice? Above all is dying nice? And, in the end, we must ask, is God nice? I doubt it.”
“Nice, nice, very nice.”