“So, you're worried that a pink dragon will fly over the concent and fart nerve gas on us?”

“[...] people too busy leading their lives to worry about extending their life expectancy.”

“Two tires fly. Two Wail.A bamboo grove, all chopped downFrom it, warring songs.”

“Whenever serious and competent people need to get things done in the real world, all considerations of tradition and protocol fly out the window.”

“As soon as you're sure you're right, there's no point in your being here.”

“She's a woman, you're a dude. You're not supposed to understand her. That's not what she's after.... She doesn't want you to understand her. She knows that's impossible. She just wants you to understand yourself. Everything else is negotiable.”

“Shut up about Leibniz for a moment, Rudy, because look here: You—Rudy—and I are on a train, as it were, sitting in the dining car, having a nice conversation, and that train is being pulled along at a terrific clip by certain locomotives named The Bertrand Russell and Riemann and Euler and others. And our friend Lawrence is running alongside the train, trying to keep up with us—it’s not that we’re smarter than he is, necessarily, but that he’s a farmer who didn’t get a ticket. And I, Rudy, am simply reaching out through the open window here, trying to pull him onto the fucking train with us so that the three of us can have a nice little chat about mathematics without having to listen to him panting and gasping for breath the whole way.”