“I don't understand men. I don't even understand what I don't understand about men.”

“I often think that men don't understand what is noble and what is ignorant, though they always talk about it.”

“I don't understand it, and I don't like what I don't understand.”

“Do you know what I don't understand about that ball game? I don't understand why I wanted to kill you.”

“I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?”

“I don't have anything against God. Far from it. But I don't understand Him. And I don't trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they're working in His best interests. Faeries and vampires and whatnot -- those I can fathom. Even demons. Sometimes, even the Fallen. I can understand why they do what they do. But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea”