“You invented the bitterness. I pity you. You suck.”
“You could not pity anything if you weren't a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.”
“My capacity for invention is flash hot stark, I thought. Sucker sunshade. Disembodied radar-reconnaissance. Not to mention Bitter Chocolate Death and Killer Zebras. Pity about the rest of me.”
“It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear.”
“I pity you, FOOL!”
“I pity you all... Most of you will die---scratch that---ALL of you.”