“Paranoia," Sam muttered. "You're going slowly nuts, dude. Or maybe not so slowly, since you're talking to yourself.”
“You talk too much.""Maybe you talk too little.""You're going to live forever. Pace yourself.”
“Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the wrong direction”
“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.”
“You know those days when you get the mean reds?""Same as the blues?""No," she said slowly. "No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of...”
“... you're nuts but you're welcome here.”