“You're mental. I always knew you were.”

“Nothing makes any sense. Nothing means anything. You're born, you live, you die. That's it.”

“You can not escape death: the end always reach you.”

“How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.”

“And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.”

“However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.”

“People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all right. They haven't got a clue.”