“I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?”
“i have friends who know everything there is to know about life except how to enjoy it”
“... see how everything now is precious, how someday I'll know I was lucky to be here.”
“I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet."At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?""I just know.”
“I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.”
“Because, my dear Eric, I have tasted the secret knowledge. I know how much to say and when to pull back. I know what to see and not see. And now that I have become whole again, I can never go back. All these things he has given me. Better than my supposed mother and father ever could. For that, I owe him my life and allegiance.”