“I don't understand it. Why me?""Is there ever an answer to that question when men are involved?"-Candace and Fallon, Chapter 12”

“Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 9, spoken by the character Atticus”

“Why do you pray?" he asked me, after a moment. Why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe?"I don't know why," I said, even more disturbed and ill at ease. "I don't know why."After that day I saw him often. He explained to me with great insistence that every question possessed a power that did not lie in the answer. "Man raises himself toward God by the questions he asks Him," he was fond of repeating. "That is the true dialogue. Man questions God and God answers. But we don't understand His answers. We can't understand them. Because they come from the depths of the soul, and they stay there until death. You will find the true answers, Eliezer, only within yourself!" "And why do you pray, Moshe?" I asked him. "I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions.”

“Why can’t you ever answer a simple question? (Wulf)Ask me a simple question and you will get a simple answer. (Acheron)”

“I don't do hugging. I don't like people touching me ever when there's no treat involved. It's too intimate and it bothers me.”

“It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' ""Me, too," I said.”